If we are talking Road Head......just pull over. I'm not driving anyway. Just pull over, come on around and give me head. You wanna talk dirty? You are messing with the wrong bitch. Pull this mother fucker over. Get out and put that pretty mouth o
Do it because six months from now, you will thank yourself. Sit him down and make a couple of new rules that will serve you both. You will be glad you did.
You'll probably never get the apology. Or the truth. But you're still here. I'm still here. There is world enough and time enough for us both. Let's jump all in on all of this and let this thing of ours lead us rather than us trying to lead it.
The feminine urge to absolutely fuck him into oblivion. To pull his hair, push his head face down into the mattress, pound his ass and cover it with handprints. I need him to be moaning, sighing and bucking like a starved animal. Then to cuddle. Is tha
