When I split up with my ex, with whom more than once a week is already a holiday, I also thought I wanted to fuck 24/7, always and everywhere. And then the universe decided to support me and I met a girl of supposed dreams. The 4th size, a great figure, leads a very active lifestyle (enduro, snowboarding, strikeball and doping). At the same time, she was greedy to the fuck as much as possible. There are 20 minutes of free time - why is your member still not in it? ? to Do you need to get up early in the morning to work? The marathon is provided until 4 a.m. Are you going to sleep? In the sense of sleeping, you are lying on me! Over the course of a week, the entire apartment, the entrance and much more was robbed. Her orgasms were wild. She trembled, cried, cried like the last time, flowed and sprinkled from all sides, and all this around dozens of times a night (lords, forgive me, neighbors). I thought I was in heaven and if she wasn’t a noble brainwoman, I would probably have married her.

Only after two weeks of breaking up for all the past years, I began to get really busy. I realized that in the morning I want to sleep an extra half an hour, and not throw another stick of this wild fury. That I am enough to finish a couple of times in the evening, and not to work 5 hours in a row, suffocating from shortness of breath (although I was quite a sports cotton at the time). And that in general - to fuck a few times a day every day, ending at the same time a total of a dozen times, it is fucking difficult and uncomfortable. I felt like a sex toy with crushed eggs. Therefore, it wasn’t two weeks since I was forced to melt her out for some crazy reason, although it was problematic to break away from her. Then, a couple of times I longed to recall all this happiness, when I had no sex for a long time, but was brave enough not to try to contact her again.

And the moral? Yes, he knows, while printed, from memories decided to overturn once and forgot what he wanted to finish the spark)