This weekend I finally saw Jules again. The week was difficult because he did not answer my calls, ashamed as he was to be one of those men who leave quickly But I do not see him like this These men who do not think that it is It is the size of their sex that matters or their performance in bed But anyway, I am the only one who does not confuse a bed with a stage, feelings with performance No matter me, I am under his spell and this man I find wonderful Women may be used to tender words from romantic adventures TVs no So on Friday I finally managed to talk to him he told me all his shame to be like this, I tried to reassure him to make him understand that I I was good I forced him to come and see him for tea on Saturday That day I was feverish, scared that he didn't want me anymore I just dressed in a straight skirt, boots and sweater (bra and tights (nothing underneath) I rang at his place 3pm he opened the door to me, looking downcast , sad. I couldn't resist it and jumped into his arms. Tall; built he could only surround me I kissed him he answered me fiercely I was unleashed I stuck to him I Felt him harden my hand strayed and I stroked him through his pants I told him let me do it I took out his fair sex and quickly I was on my knees and I started to make it hard I made myself soft tender and I felt it I stopped and got upCome on my darling come to the bedroom He rolled me over on my back, pulled me off my pantyhose and came in the middle of me I raised my knees I guided his penis without the sudden r (I had lubricated myself when I arrived) Come tell him I in a breath He penetrated me suddenly I began to moan "yes my love yes take me" he made rapid back and forth and suddenly he filled me I made the one that I enjoy ...

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