Pretend Girlfriend
Aimee arches her back as she moves her pussy closer to me, rubbing herself on me, asking me to fuck her into oblivion.
I claim her mouth again as my hands trace her body, as if I am trying to have it recorded into my mind forever, every inch, every tiny bump, every curve. I want it all registered into my mind, into my memory, permanently, because deep down, I know I will never love anyone the same way I loved this girl in the past.