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I’m waxed bесаuѕе I like іt, nоt bесаuѕе of a mаn, and I’m hарру аbоut not having a boyfriend. I have rеgulаr раrtnеrѕ, not frеԛuеnt, but I dо lіkе tо gеt my needs mеt every month оr so. Sеx іѕ grеаt. It’s healthy, аnіmаlіѕtіс, and іt doesn’t hаvе tо bе all lovey-dovey tо be good for mе.

I'm your wife now, so let's make babies already. Issei - Nah, I think it might be a little early for that... Gurigura - Huh? But if I'm gonna be your wife, I have to do my duty of having sex and having kids. Issei - ...Gurigura, sex isn't just about having kids. Issei - Ah. It can just be about becoming closer and feeling good together. Gurigura - Huh... Does sex feel that good? Issei - Of course. Like, even just a kiss... Gurigura, stick your tongue out.

More… special. Picking up her masher she gets back to work on the potatoes. "The thing about sex…" she smiles when she sees me cringe. "I know it feels weird to be talking to me about this. But you've met my husband and son. No topic is off limits around here." I smirk. "The thing about sex is it has multiple uses. It can be used as a physical release and for relaxation. It can be used to express love and intimacy. But it can also be used as a weapon. In this case, it was used as a weapon against you." "I feel like I shouldn't be making such a big deal about it. Like it's just a stupid naked picture, so who cares, ya know?"

"Xiao... Brother Xiao, I specifically asked the doctor. She said that April, May, and June are safe for sex, but you have to be gentle…" Xiao Yihan's favorite thing to hear was Qi Xiaorou's moans in bed. Her voice was gentle and delicious to hear. It was even more delightful at that time because there was emotion and desire in her expression. Xiao Yihan could not resist lowering his head and fiercely kissing her. His manhood was raring to go, and he inserted himself directly into her body… The two of them allowed their desires to run wild inside that cramped rented room… After a while, a man’s groans and a woman’s moans echoed through that tiny little house…

What does my mother have to do with this? “She taught me a lot of things.” I countered. “She failed to teach you what sex is, and no…” She waved her hand at me. “It’s not what you think it is. Sex is different from that.” “Are you saying what the king and I had was not sex?” I asked, and she simply nodded her head. Damn it. My teeth were gritted. “Sex is when the king’s penis penetrates inside your vagina.” Selene answered, her voice firm, and my breath hitched in my throat.

Hema sobbed in ecstasy, wrapping her legs tight around his waist. Zayden set a relentless pace, pounding into her welcoming body with deep, powerful strokes. The bed creaked beneath them, headboard slamming against the wall with each surge of his hips. Hema met him thrust for thrust, her passage clenching greedily around him. Their coupling was wild and primal, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of their passion. Zayden could feel his release building, coiling tight at the base of his spine. He slipped a hand between their sweat-slicked bodies, rubbing firm circles over her swollen clit.

"So that's what part has you bothered?" Sam shrugged. "All of it really. Why has my life taken this turn toward sex all of a sudden? It seems to be just the focus of it right now." Alex smiled. "Sex can be one of the most wonderful things humans can do together, honey. Most people's lives are centered around it in some way."

His hands were in my hair, guiding me as I worked to bring him to the edge and over. As Xavier's climax drew near, he abruptly rolled me onto my back and entered me with intense force. It was anything but gentle; it was raw and rapid, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. His lips trailed a path down my neck, leaving marks that would later be difficult to explain away. Every touch from him elicited an eager response from my body, and I craved more. With each touch and thrust, our passion for each other intensified. This wasn't just sex; it was something deeper and more profound than I had ever experienced before.

Eli's moans turned to cries, his cock leaking profusely as Damien hit his prostate repeatedly. As the bedroom door swung open and Zeke stepped in, the air was thick with the raw scent of sex—sweat, precum, and the musky tang of arousal that clung to everything like a second skin. There, on the bed, Damien was already deep inside Eli, his hips slamming forward with a frantic, almost desperate rhythm that made the bed frame groan under their weight. Eli's moans filled the room, loud and uninhibited, his body arched back as Damien gripped his hips, pulling him onto his cock with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls, a wet, rhythmic noise that mixed with Eli'

That made me swallow hard. And then, before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. “Sometimes… during sex, I don't feel like myself.” His expression didn’t change at all. No surprise, no judgment. I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s like… I’m still there, but not really. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, just waiting for it to be over. It’s like I hit pause on myself, and my body just... goes through the motions. And afterward, I don’t feel real. I feel used, even if they were gentle.”