Date they have not decided yet.” He shrugged. “Take off your clothes, my crying’s messing them up. Sex “Blew. Even a moment to draw breath was too much, she pressed her hands on my head and pushed my face down to her vagina again. Each thrust was exquisite, starting from almost my entrance and ending only when there was no way to go further, with his pubis pressed against mine, his pubic hair mashed against my clitoris, and his scrotum rubbing against my perineum. And then he kissed my lips tenderly. It’s just…I cannot go back to ____________ (his country). She has that effect on a certain spot between my legs, like an itch that can’t be scratched unless she does it herself. “Oh, my,” I said again, and then I was suddenly pressed to him, one arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down on mine, my kisses mingling with tears that fell from my eyes unbidden. I can’t.”
In response I felt the head of his penis slide up and down my vulva, between my labia, wetting itself in my lubricating fluid.
