fuck me, bitch
I mean it.
I absolutely hate not getting off properly.
I made sure you got off properly. I gave you all stimulation neccesary. You were quite noisy. You obviously had fun. I have scars on my arm to prove it. I had fun making you cum. (or did you? I asked after. And you said, “maybe.” Don’t tell me you still don’t know how to cum. It’s fine if you don’t I would gladly help facilitate that for you. You really didn’t have to lie.)
But I’m going ahead of myself. The point is really:
1) I would have liked having sex with you bareback if i wasn’t so worried that I wasn’t protected. You said it was your safe days. And you were safe. But was I?
2) I came outside. pre-came, actually. I was drunk but not stupid enough to not put my cock back in you. You are young and tight but provide nothing other than your half-open legs in bed. Open wider please and move your body. You are not an inflatable doll.
3) You didn’t do anything for me. I felt like a walking dick the day after. You used me like a dick. I did not use you or your pussy. I made love to you.
So please bitch, next time, fuck me! fuck me properly.
