Unique Real Talk: She Is Still Whipped

I ran into an old acquaintance last week.

She called.

I answered.

I went.

I ate.

I ate some more.

I then turned her over

and ate some more.

She sucked.

She licked.

She sucked.

She gagged.

She came.

I came.

I fingered.

And rubbed.

And poked.

And probed.

She screamed.

She creamed.

She cried.

She squirted.

I smiled.

Then she licked.

And sucked some more.

I moaned a lot more.

We fucked.

And fucked.

And fucked.

And fucked.

She came.

I came.

I turned her around.

I knelt.

I licked.

I poked.

I probed.

She moaned.

She came.

I spanked.

And rubbed.

I stroked.

I fingered.

I smacked.

She came.

Again.

I sucked.

She gushed.

Again.

We rested.

She smiled.

We laughed.

We cuddled

Then I went home.

And she called again.

Then her husband came home.

She slept.

He wondered.

But she called.

Again.

Experience without knowledge leaves you the "how" and not the "why".