“I *love* this pussy”, my man says to me, “Oh god, I *love* this pussy!”
It makes me kind of… uncomfortable; and I don’t really know why. I love how much you love my pussy but, Babe… what about *me?*
“Mmm, I love this wet pussy so much, Baby”, he whines one last time as we lock eyes.
Hot. I love it when my man talks to me while he plays with my pussy. And it feels so fucking good. But I can’t help but focus on how much he *loves* my pussy. I think I’m getting jealous. Yes, I’m actually *jealous* of my lady parts. She (yes, she) is soo cool… I could never. Thinking about it makes me want to stop the show altogether. I begin to daydream about my pussy being a sort of alter ego of mine. She’s super cool, popular, well-liked, and adored. For some reason, I don’t feel that way.
I almost forget that we’re having sex for a moment. He comes up to my face and plants a deep kiss with his soft, wet lips. Yum. I do love him…at least I think…but I know for a fact that he *loves* my pussy! He pulls back for a moment, just to look into my eyes. His face immediately scrunches up.