Hot water from the shower is whipping my body, trying to wash away yet another disappointing night. I kicked him out about half hour ago, had a cigarette and went to finish the job he was supposed to do.
My hands are slowly moving down my body, teasing my nipples a little until they are perked and sensitive. I slide a bit lower, down the belly, between my legs. Shower head in one hand, massaging my clitoris. My other hand is gently rubbing my entrance. I can feel as I am getting more and more wet, my fingers sliding inside and out and my body is tingling and almost shaking. Suddenly, wave of pleasure strikes through my body and I let out a moan.
I am divorced, successful in my carrier field, rich and responsible for most of my orgasms during the past few years.
I don’t have an issue to get a man, even a decade or more younger, but they usually either suck or get too attached, which is really annoying.
“It was the best sex of my life” I believe you, champ. But we are done, you didn’t pass.
“You are the synonymous of female orgasm to me” Yeah, but you still made me cum only three times during the night. I don’t want to see you again, seems like too much work.