I am writhing and pushing into him hungrily. More so than usual, because we spent most of the day together and as we strolled leisurely around a museum and then had a howler of an evening with friends, I was bubbling up with desire and building up a healthy appetite.
So now is the moment and I want him so much that having his hard cock in my wet, desperate pussy just isn't enough.
"I want your cock up my arse", I yelp like a greedy puppy.
No objections. The Lover is a very understanding man.
Logistics though. No lube.
Logistics though. No lube.
One mad dash to the kitchen later and I get exactly what I want with a generous smattering Tesco's Finest Extra Virgin Olive Oil.
Every little helps.
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