We leave each other at the most inopportune times. Such urgency on a still sleepy morning, steel meeting soft flesh then a gushing deposit warms her inside. XXX She strokes downward, gliding the last remnants of the uncut foreskin from the bulbous head. I circle the heaving mounds with my tongue and lips, drawing down my bead on the dark pink nubs. Will she? “I’ve got IT, but only he can have IT.” Most women can feel like a 10, if they care seriously about themselves. The answer is quick. The ride home is filled with the electricity of our sexual tension, the nervous laugh, the quickened breath, the pounding in our chests, the changes between both our legs.
