You enjoyed being on top of her. Moaning and groaning. Wanting her more. You loved it how it felt, rubbing against her soft skin, caressing her tender breast and smelling her hair. You loved the wet velvety feeling inside her. You love how she kissed and stroked the hair on your chest. For a moment you forgot that sex isn’t only for pleasure.
You said you don’t want to eat a wrapped candy. You assured her that pulling out before ejaculations is not a problem to you. She trusted you. She too enjoys her bananas peeled. For months you made promises to her and she trusted you. You manipulated her and she became your toy.
Then, all the nights and days of endless passion bore fruits… To be continued