More protest. I’m cursing, calling her all sorts of filthy names like ” whore” and “slut” and she loves it. Xxnx Still sleepy, she swats back at me. Still in her dreaming daze, she inhales me. I am tired…and sore.” She hears my breathing deepen feeling the pressure of my weight as I shifted to mount her. My lips are hard against hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth as she feels so joined to me again as she never has been to any other man since leaving me three years ago, this is an intimacy beyond sex as she gives herself up to it completely again. I am tired…and sore.” She hears my breathing deepen feeling the pressure of my weight as I shifted to mount her. Now I’m in control and the sex is fiery and intoxicating, nothing like the limp, repetitive
