Mi Amor
I spooned beside him, his stiff dick pressing against my butt, and we moved together in a gentle rhythm as he kissed the back of my neck and played with my nipples.
“I want to fuck you, mi amor,” he said huskily. “I want to fuck you so hard you remember what it feels like until you come back to me.”
“Every time you’ve touched me is imprinted on my skin. I always remember what it feels like to be with you.”