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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”He stopped midway through applying the condom and looked at me like I was stupid. His expression said it all.“Save the condoms for fucking, babe,” I explained. “We’ve only got the three.”“I thought we were gonna fuck.”I cocked an eyebrow at him. “We are…but I thought I might bring you some relief, first. I’ll use my mouth if you promise to warn me when you cum this time. Or my feet, I know you like those.”“Thanks, but it’s cool,” he was breathing fast, already obviously imagining himself inside me.Which was of course the problem, “I just can’t wait to fuck.”Well. I’d tried to be diplomatic, but…“And I want a fuck worth having, Jacob.”He looked at me dumbly, like he didn’t understand. And annoyed, too. He’s a cocky guy, Jacob, and his ego is easily nettled. But I’m a no-nonsense sort of gal, and if he didn’t want to take the hint I’d Batıkent Escort have to be blunt:“You don’t last long enough on your first go. You never have. You just can’t hold the first load very long; the only times you last on the first try is when you’ve already jerked off in the bathroom.”Which he didn’t do anymore. He wasn’t perfect on the second go either, but with enough foreplay it was good enough to make me cum…although he was getting less and less attentive there, too.I had the feeling he had tried hard to impress me early on, but now that he felt secure, he was slacking off. Best to remind him of his place.“So either let me get you off, or get yourself off, so in ten minutes or so you can do the same to me. And don’t waste a condom on a fuck that’ll never please me.” My voice was firm. Bossy. The sort of voice that got boys to sit down Batıkent Escort Bayan and shut up, or made them burn to prove me wrong, to prove themselves against me. Sometimes I might want either.Sometimes they got the wrong idea.“Bullshit. I can totally last.”“Bullshit yourself, you never have yet.”“I can do it, babe!” I stared at him; he looked furious, determined to prove himself. To make me eat my words. And yet his cock was already leaking precum, as if hinting at the bullshit behind his facade. But fine, if he wanted to be a macho man so badly:“Go ahead then.” I spread my legs.“Huh?”“Go ahead then, idiot. Rock my world. Show me what you can do, bring out this secret stamina that you’ve supposedly been hiding, and I’ll apologise and thank you nicely and do what you want for the next week. Come on, loverboy. Make me respect that dick.”And I Escort Batıkent beckoned to him with my most seductive smile. There was uncertainty in his eyes, but I could tell he wasn’t about to wimp out now.Wimping out would take at least two minutes.On went the condom, like a totally inadequate suit of armour. Maybe one of those fancy ones might work better, the super thick ones with extra numbing gel, but I’d tried slipping them into the rotation once and he’d thrown them aside for ‘feeling weird’. Once the protection was in place he slid over and lay down atop me, positioning the head of his prick against the sweet wet tightness that was gonna be the death of him.“Take this!” he growled, and shoved himself inside me.I have to admit, I cried out then. Of course I did. I was wet enough to take it easily, and his dick game wasn’t that bad. Like I said, once he’d had a few minutes to recharge after the first go, he was actually pretty good. He followed up that good, strong first thrust with a good, strong second, and then a third for good measure. With each one I moaned, loud and needy, my pussy loving the feel of stiff dick pushed hard inside it.

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