I’m
the gymnast in bedroom. For him he knows what Johann Ludwig Krapf said men and
women should fuck, back in the year 1800. Moreover, he is a three-second guy. No
more, no less. Three seconds, ninety nanoseconds tops.
I decided to
research on how I can help him last longer inside me. I’m a girl who loves it
in me for eons. His lightning strike fucking leaves the engine when it was just
warming up to rev.
Armed with my
research, I let him enter me with such hunger and velocity that is his
trademark. Just before the first second elapsed and he began to pant in
anticipation of his premature orgasm, I raised my legs in the air exposing my
hairy pussy to gases of the atmosphere. I then turned right around his projection
like a horizontal wheel around a vertical axis.
As though on
cue, I felt his hand on my boobs. He cuddled the titties and pinched my nipples
as his caresses intensified.
Thanks to my
yoga, I reached for his reclining torso and fondled his chest, his penis in me
like a pivot in flesh and blood from which stemmed archetypal pleasure.
The rock hard
shaft pushed deep inside to a new deepest deep. I squirmed and raised myself a
little taking the whole length of his maleness I so madly wanted to feel
clogged in me.
As though my
mind was a haze of delirium and cobwebs, everything cleared and the only thing
that mattered was me twerking my ass like a stripper giving my oh-so beloved
pussy the fuck of the century. I concentrated on my butt movements and cunt circulating
on the pole that was poring deep inside me like a drill. I couldn’t believe
that my Guinness book of records lollipop had lasted for twenty minutes and
counting.
Well, the book
had said that it is the position all men with premature ejaculation should fuck.
It enhances sexual continence.
I didn’t stop
coming until he came (after an hour).
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2013
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