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Jose Jones
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Not recommended as a method of birth control.
But, does anyone enjoy this as fun? Personally, I have always found that pulling out robs me of that final friction.
I was once with this one girlfriend and I was losing her. She was drifting away, the relationship was in a tailspin and I was even resentful about it because to me at the time it all seemed so stupid to trash a relationship over the things that she was telling me. Maybe she wasn't telling me the entire story, but I don't read minds and all I know is what I am told...
Anyway, we had gone out. She got drunk and we went to eat breakfast at the I-HOP and then we went to my apartment and I knew that this would be the last time we would sleep together. We fucked and I knew this was the last time I was gonna fuck with her and I was pissed because we had a good time but it was all going to shit. When I came, I pulled out and I want to come on her face (yes, spitefully), but I shot off so damned hard the jet sailed clear over her head and hit the wall!
"God Damn!" was all she could say. Meanwhile, I am collapsed from coming so hard... it was like my abs were all cramped up. And when I finally found the strength to get up and go pee, I peed and then having emptied my bladder, I continued to feel the need to urinate but couldn't. I wasn't sick because this only happened that one night. I was fine the next day.
We broke up. I wonder what she's doing tonight. I even wonder if she's alive.
But, does anyone enjoy this as fun? Personally, I have always found that pulling out robs me of that final friction.
I was once with this one girlfriend and I was losing her. She was drifting away, the relationship was in a tailspin and I was even resentful about it because to me at the time it all seemed so stupid to trash a relationship over the things that she was telling me. Maybe she wasn't telling me the entire story, but I don't read minds and all I know is what I am told...
Anyway, we had gone out. She got drunk and we went to eat breakfast at the I-HOP and then we went to my apartment and I knew that this would be the last time we would sleep together. We fucked and I knew this was the last time I was gonna fuck with her and I was pissed because we had a good time but it was all going to shit. When I came, I pulled out and I want to come on her face (yes, spitefully), but I shot off so damned hard the jet sailed clear over her head and hit the wall!
"God Damn!" was all she could say. Meanwhile, I am collapsed from coming so hard... it was like my abs were all cramped up. And when I finally found the strength to get up and go pee, I peed and then having emptied my bladder, I continued to feel the need to urinate but couldn't. I wasn't sick because this only happened that one night. I was fine the next day.
We broke up. I wonder what she's doing tonight. I even wonder if she's alive.
