Shall We Make A Bet?

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We made a bet. That’s how this Hell started. You got home and found me, then laughed at me while I beat my cock for a fifth time that day. “You could never live without cumming. I don’t think any man can.” “Yes we can,” I moaned. “It’s you women that can’t do without it. You’re built for sex.” “Nope, I bet I could go a lot longer than you. You wake up hard.” “And forgive me, but I could have sworn there have been mornings where you can’t get my clothes off fast enough.” “Okay, but that’s rare. I wake up to something poking me every morning. You won’t win.” “Wanna bet?” gaziantep suriyeli escort I teased. “Sure. One week, no sex. Or masturbation. Nothing, at all.” “You got it, after this, nothing.” I was okay for the first few hours of the next day, then you got cruel. Strutting around in skimpy little outfits and purposely trying to make me want you. I got you back, how did you enjoy that picture, by the way? You slept unnaturally close, nearly on top of me. Accidentally, or maybe even purposely, I can never tell, your hand brushed my cock gently and I groaned as it started to harden. I did fall asleep until three am, waiting for it to pass. Little fucking tease. When you woke up, you got me, sitting up on me. You kissed me and just before I could try ripping off your clothes, you reminded me. “Not so fast, not till next week.” I went through that day, at work and all, with a permanent boner. And now. I’m going bat shit crazy. I can’t take it anymore. Two days without your body. I’m going completely insane. I’m standing in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My skin is flushed, my hair wild. I’m wearing white, nearly transparent boxers and nothing else. My cock is stirring, wishing desperately to be guided into your sweet, sweet pussy. That’s it, I give in, and I can’t wait! I travel to our room, where you lay quietly, sleeping. The morning sun making your skin glisten. You’re in a black bra and black panties, lace, barely covering your body. I climb on the bed as you’re on your stomach and I start to rub your shoulders up and down, side to side. As I move my hands from your shoulders to the middle of your back, I am kissing your neck and moving slowly up to your ear where I whisper, “Good morning, beautiful. You look more beautiful than all the sunsets in the world.

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