“you have to wear the tuxedo.”
We make love again, slowly this time as we’re both quite tired. babe… After half an hour and 8 orgasms I have to beg him to stop, my exhausted body unable to take any more. “what on earth did he eat?”
“Me.”
“You? He puts his hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushes me onto my knees, telling me to suck him. I ride him hard, unzipping my dress and letting it drop, my breasts bouncing wildly as I pound myself on him, groaning gutturally. “You can fuck me like that anytime you like.” I tell him, pulling him down for a long, loving kiss. “Half day.” she tells me, still whispering. Put simply, I was such a small baby that my mother didn’t know she was pregnant until she went into labour. I look a right state, my hair looks like I’ve been pulled through a hedge backwards, my lovely dress is now crumpled down the right side and the make-up on that side of my face is smeared, making me look like a knock off version of a female Harvey Dent (the Batman villain Two Face for those of you that don’t know). “You can fuck me like that anytime you like.” I tell him, pulling him down for a long, loving kiss. I was
