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Have you ever been fucked so good that it seemed like someone pressed the pause button and all you can think of is that one magnificent fuck?

Have you ever been fucked so good that you really wanted to buzz every one of your friends to explain and describe how your spirit left your body for seconds while your brains were being banged the fuck out?

Have you ever been fucked so good that you get depressed the morning after wondering why you had been wasting your entire life and time having substandard sex?

Have you ever been fucked so good that you had so many multiple orgasms, he started to panic and ask if you were having a stroke?

Have you ever been fucked so good that you wanted to see your Biology teacher again just to smack his face and tell him how much of a bad job he did explaining sexual intercourse to your class?

Have you ever been fucked so good that you considered giving testimony in church about how you discovered you could have breast, clitoral and vaginal orgasms almost at the same time?

I'm itching to talk to someone about this so bad but I don't want anyone making me feel like I'm crazy.

What happened last night was a million times better than what I've seen in any porn movie.

I cried in mind-blowing pleasure.

I'm not a squirter but if I had had too much water before it happened, there'd have been piss every fucking where cos my clitoris and vagina were about to explode at their climax.

How do I get over this?

It's such a precious memory that I never want to let go of. I want to think about it everyday and every minute it possible, just because.

I've never seen him like that. 
His touches felt like electric currents were going through my body.
I felt everything - his kisses were hungry and determined, his thrusts were a warning to never doubt him, his licks were focused at giving me maximum pleasure and his fingers, his fingers were ready to give whatever it took to take me to the highest heights in heaven.

Oh that time he put my legs together and banged the liquid out of my pussy. It was hot, hot, hot, hot but I couldn't stop moaning. It wasnt until he left my legs that I realized i was having orgasms.

Or was it when he eased me to relax and trust his hands? "Trust me Baby. You'll like what I'll do to you." Thank heavens I listened even though I hesitated initially. Best sex ever.

It was angry, longed for, timely, unconventional, soooo unexpected... Extremely intense!

The best I've ever had.





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