You Can't Fake the Moisture

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You Can't Fake the Moisture

This morning, sunlight spilled through the kitchen window as he wrapped his arms around me, spinning me gently like a slow dance. His blue eyes met my sleepy green ones, and he smiled with quiet satisfaction.

"You can't make up the moist," he whispered, lips brushing my ear. "Must mean I'm doing a good job…"

I laughed softly, leaning into his warmth. The kiss he gave me was featherlight, lingering just long enough to remind me of last night—of how close we were, how wild.

The living room TV hummed in the background, looping TikToks under his daughter's command, but we were in that kitchen, and we were in our own world. My body still hummed with the memory of his touch, the way our fantasies spilled into whispered confessions and tangled limbs.

Moonlight had painted our silhouettes on the wall as we moved together—his hands gripping my hips, my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. We kissed like we were starving. I tugged his hair; he grabbed my ass. The rhythm of our bodies echoed in the room, primal and tender all at once.

And when he came—his breath caught, his body trembling—I felt it on my back, my thighs, even in my hair. We collapsed into each other, sweaty and spent, whispering until sleep took him.

But I wasn't done. I touched myself, still aching, and still very wet.

A Little Secret Behind the Scenes

I wasn't always this wet. For a long time, we relied on generous amounts of coconut oil to keep things smooth. It worked, but it interrupted the flow, the spontaneity.

Then I found She Juicy from Get Flower Power. I was skeptical, but after regular use, I noticed a real difference. No more reaching for the oil mid-session. 

Just me, naturally ready—and he noticed. 

That line he whispered this morning? That was real feedback.

And if that's not proof, I don't know what is.

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