Realistic Erotica: “Please don’t stop,” she moaned just as my fucking hand started to really cramp.
My life isn’t the love song it use to be… Everything feels different. . You never kiss me in public. . . You don’t hug me in public… Are you ashamed? Even at home we sit there and there is no static shock like before… Are we falling apart… Am I not good enough anymore? I don’t know what to do any more…
You need tooooooo