I had an entire childhood of luxury— amazing food, well-made clothing, expensive books, good wine, sex with beautiful women. I had years and years of feeling good but being with him like this stuns me every single time. Nothing I’ve ever touched could ever come close to being half as good as Oliver.
“Of course I’m better,” I grunt out, even though the compliment delights me. He looks like a god, but I can still reduce him to this.
He pulls at me and I dig my heels into the bed, giving myself leverage so I can thrust up into him like he wants. It’s quick and hard and sounds obscene in the quiet of our bedroom, eager bodies crashing together. His cock is bouncing, weeping onto my belly, and I wrap my hand around it, thumb pressing immediately under the head. “Now, Oliver.”
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Date: 2023-09-22 02:08 am (UTC)I had an entire childhood of luxury— amazing food, well-made clothing, expensive books, good wine, sex with beautiful women. I had years and years of feeling good but being with him like this stuns me every single time. Nothing I’ve ever touched could ever come close to being half as good as Oliver.
“Of course I’m better,” I grunt out, even though the compliment delights me. He looks like a god, but I can still reduce him to this.
He pulls at me and I dig my heels into the bed, giving myself leverage so I can thrust up into him like he wants. It’s quick and hard and sounds obscene in the quiet of our bedroom, eager bodies crashing together. His cock is bouncing, weeping onto my belly, and I wrap my hand around it, thumb pressing immediately under the head. “Now, Oliver.”