Warning: Dirty like me.

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Gallies, this one was definitely worth sharing. Grin. I don’t know how many people have been recently harping the joys of make-up sex, but I have to say, ‘keep-ignoring-the-issues-and-fuck’ sex is pretty exciting, too.

Let’s see. Short and sweet. B got home from work and had to call the phone company, pay some bills. All the playing I have been doing lately has made me particularly wanton…well, that and those moments of stealing peeks at Mike Ness and Jessica Alba, alternately. So, when he was on the phone, I wrestled his shorts and boxers right off. This was no easy feat: the man is 6’1” and 265 pounds of meat--and was a little too committed to paying that phone bill.

He was waiting on hold while I went down on him. That didn’t last long; the phone was thrown over my shoulder (literally) and he yanked my hair into a manageable ponytail. Now, let’s see…too many details here…lips, wet, slipping, sliding, sucking, choking, dripping.

He bent me over and slapped my ass. Hard. I thought I would fall over. He’s right, you know. Never met another with hands like his. I couldn’t help rubbing every time. I was squealing loud and my knees were bouncing back and forth. Well, details… slit, wet, slipping, sliding, dripping. Grin. The smacking ensued and I did what I could to stop rubbing. You know when you can hear fucking and it makes you like, a million times hotter?

Man, my ass hurts.