Eira;
My body squeezed into the arms of the beast as we sat side by side. I was dressed in his shirt. He was just in his paints. I had wanted us to keep having s*x but he refused. He knew I was sore down there and didn’t want to stress it further. So we just ended up cuddling and sleeping for a while before waking up right now.
“How was it?” He finally asked the question I'd expected for a while.
“What should I say?” my eyes darted away from his. My cheeks burn with embarrassment.
I wanted him to speak of this. Ask me how much I love his c**k buried inside of me. I wanted us to talk dirty just the way I'd heard other couples do. How I read them in books.
But now he has decided to give me what I was asking for, I couldn’t help but burst out in a world of shame. Embarrassing.
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