My first orgasm in life taught me one thing - life is dreary without good sex. And that's the mantra I've lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don't mean to brag but when Mr. Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I've decided it's best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
Leaving the bedroom door wide open, he threw me on the bed. His hands were already inside my red slip gown, grabbing my boobs a little more roughly than usual and, I have no idea why, but, his aggression was turning me on faster than seeing a shirtless Channing Tatum on the big screen. He left a trail of kisses from my neck to my navel...and then moved further below. The feeling of his soft lips on my wetness is exactly what heaven must feel like. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face back up and could feel his boner waiting to be let out. I pulled down his underpants, giving Little Mr. B the relief it wanted. That got him going, of course, so he pinned my arms together above my head and took my breasts in his mouth and entered me. By the time we both reached the peak of pleasure, we’d forgotten what we’d been fighting about. He laughed, buttoning up his shirt for work and said “You really know how to drive a man crazy!” and since I don’t like being modest, I had to agree.
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