It was the only reason she broke up with him. The guy made the bed. He cleaned up. He put the seat down. He constantly told her how beautiful she was. He did everything a woman could ever ask for. He even brought flowers home on random occasions. He was handsome, kind, smart, and successful. Brother was a doctor! She broke up with a doctor! He was great. But, when they made love?
“Oh, lord,” he said, and she just lay there and rolled her eyes.
“3, 2, 1…” and he held it. “Blast off…”
Every time. Every fucking time.
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Title by: Gals
Story by: Jarvis
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