The sensation returns to the pit of my stomach. I close my eyes and I try to replay so many details. I remember so many and yet it was so much in one day, many details escape me. I remember the 69 with him on top because he was fucking my mouth. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care. He was trying to grind into me and I was trying to gain control with much difficult. My hands were on his ass and I was relishing in total desire and satisfaction.
His smell is something that’s embedded in my nostrils. God he smelled so fucking good it was like I wanted to inhale him. When he came on my stomach, I spread my fingers over it to taste and and I couldn’t believe how good he tasted. Full disclosure I hate that taste but I just knew it would be different with him and it was. Fuck I want him again so fucking bad.
I’ve had so many countless lovers and somehow he’s made his way to the top of that long list. I never thought that possible. 5 orgasms in one day, how can I not crown him the best ever. His hands so methodical and his mouth so full of tender caresses all over my body, his manhood guided by his skillful fucking of women. A god in all descript yet still just a man.