First off I’d like to say that even though I used to be married to a gay woman, it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do the things I write about. I’m not going to brag about how good I am, but I will say I do know how to listen to a woman’s body. I can tell when I’m going too fast with my hands and/or tongue, the key is a steady pace. The slower the movements the longer the build up, the longer the build up the more intense an orgasm. Foreplay is key.
I derive more pleasure from giving than receiving. Watching a girl touch herself and genuinely feel good about it is a huge turn on. That being said, showing me what you think I might like isn’t.
The where of this story doesn’t really matter. It really doesn’t. When you close your eyes and picture my hands on your hips, you won’t remember where we were. Just that… it felt fucking amazing. It will make you wet every time you think about it.