Nora.
I couldn't get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn't care. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time.
His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. I got on top of him. I'd never done it before. I couldn't really believe it; I was doing this. I was inventing something. I held him and put him in. He felt deeper in me. I'll never forget it.
I was in charge and he liked it. I held his hands down. He pretended he was trying to break free. I let my boobs touch his face. He went mad; he bucked. He split me in two. I pushed down. I couldn't believe it.
One of his fingers flicked over my bum. I did it to him. He lifted a
