Kayla Cumsalot
On my couch, he sat beside me. His lips traced up and down my neck as his fingers found their way into my panties. I spread my thighs wider to grant him access and closed my eyes. Being fingered is one of my favorite sexual activities, and he knew it. “No one’s ever made me squirt,” I confessed in a breathy whisper. I felt his chuckle against my skin before he whispered back.
“Princess, I have magic fingers.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Yes, little dicked losers are abundant, but what about those perfect men who just happen to be less endowed. I’m sure all of you just assume I’m a size queen because my appetite for sex is extraordinary, but that simply isn’t true. I find the value of a man rests inside his chest, not his pants.
That’s why recently, I’ve been spooning with the most delicious man. I suppose some could say that a smaller-sized penis is useless, but the fact of the matter is a smaller man is simply more creative when it comes to pleasing his woman. Take my recent lover, for example. This morning I laid in bed waiting for him to get off the night shift. I wasn’t expecting much action after his twelve-hour shift because I knew he’d be exhausted when he joined me between the sheets. However, he’s selfless, and when he spooned up behind me, his hands knew exactly what my body craved.
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