You Can't Make Up the Moist

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 Standing at his kitchen sink this morning, he wraps his arms around me and spins me around, looking into my sleepy green eyes with his content blue ones. 


And says one phrase. 

You can't make up the moist; it must mean I'm doing a good job...

He pulls me in for a lingering, barely there kiss; his body and mine mesh together for a brief moment before the Tik-Tok You-Tube station begins looping in the background on the big-screen TV that his daughter is currently in charge of. 

He's right; you can't make up the moist and wet that was there in my pussy, and yes, he did a very good job last night. 

Our sex was close with dirty whispers of each other's deepest fantasies. 

My legs wrapped around his hips. 

Squeezing and pulling his body deeper into mine. His hips pumped. 

We kissed and pulled each other's hair. 

The moonlight silhouettes of us on the wall; him grabbing my ass. 

Me tugging at his balls. 

Our sounds of sex echoed in his room; my mouth watered. 

My pussy is extra juicy; his hands tightening around my hips.

And then.

He mounts me. On his tiptoes. Pumping me. 

Pump me.. I whisper over and over. 

I can tell he's ready. 

His balls are tight; his voice gets caught in his throat; his energy shifts. 

I feel his come shoot onto my back and ass and a little in my hair. 

He falls back onto the bed, heavy breathing and sweating. 

We cuddle and talk until he falls asleep. 

I masturbate because I'm still turned on, oh yes, and very, very moist.



(On a side note. I wasn't always wet during sex. On the contrary, I was dry, and we would need to use extra coconut oil to keep me lubricated. It wasn't until I began using She Juicy from Get Flower Power regularly that I became very wet during sex. At first, I was skeptical, and then I started seeing results and no longer needed a ton of coconut oil during sex, which is excellent because reaching for the coconut oil every few minutes can take the spontaneity out of sex. The best part is that my man notices and says as much with phrases as in the story mentioned above. And if that isn't accurate feedback, I don't know what is.) 

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