Sidney_1
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“Ohhh, baby, hold me!” Mandy cried, as Ryan gripped her hips as she rode him reverse cowgirl style. That was their signal that Mandy was about to cum and Ryan could unleash himself at any time within her.
Her vagina spasmed around Ryan’s cock, causing wave after wave of heightened pleasure. Each spasm took her to a new height and Mandy rode each wave for as long as she could. Ryan was cumming, too, and she wanted him to feel fully satisfied.
After a few moments, she collapsed, spinned around and then lowered her body to his. She always hated that moment when he would slip out of her warm entrance.
Ryan had a satisfied smile on his face, and Mandy knew . . . well, she was on her way to being back in the saddle, at least in the bedroom.
She had been nervous about intercourse. She had insisted on having a natural childbirth, not knowing whether Thomas, their son, would be her only baby or not. She wanted to know what all the foremothers experienced before analgesia. She wanted to feel it all.
Ryan had been great; they had always had a very open and honest relationship in regards to their emotional life. She was worried if he watched the birth. . .well, that he might never find her attractive again, sexually. Would her pain and screaming make him feel helpless? His engineer brain had devised all different scenarios to help her feel in control and less fearful.
The birth had gone well. Thomas was healthy. Breast-feeding was exhausting, but Mandy found that it had the unexpected side effect of calming her spirit. Her little baby was just focusing on breathing, eating, sleeping, growing. All she had to do was love him and provide . . .well, everything.
She had done her best to keep Ryan content, too. Making nice dinners, massages, oral pleasuring. Her husband was very attractive, and they had always had an active sex life. It had been 10 months, but they finally were beginning to have intercourse. Mandy had just been so tired. . .and she had felt unattractive until recently. She had finally gotten back into shape, but she still had these huge milk jug breasts.
Instinctively, both she and Ryan just wanted to take it slow.
Mandy kissed Ryan deeply before settling into a spoon position. He had loved to hug her and hold her from behind.
“You’re a good lover. Have I told you that, lately? That was intense,” Mandy said, with a smile, as she nestled herself into Ryan’s lanky body.
Her vagina spasmed around Ryan’s cock, causing wave after wave of heightened pleasure. Each spasm took her to a new height and Mandy rode each wave for as long as she could. Ryan was cumming, too, and she wanted him to feel fully satisfied.
After a few moments, she collapsed, spinned around and then lowered her body to his. She always hated that moment when he would slip out of her warm entrance.
Ryan had a satisfied smile on his face, and Mandy knew . . . well, she was on her way to being back in the saddle, at least in the bedroom.
She had been nervous about intercourse. She had insisted on having a natural childbirth, not knowing whether Thomas, their son, would be her only baby or not. She wanted to know what all the foremothers experienced before analgesia. She wanted to feel it all.
Ryan had been great; they had always had a very open and honest relationship in regards to their emotional life. She was worried if he watched the birth. . .well, that he might never find her attractive again, sexually. Would her pain and screaming make him feel helpless? His engineer brain had devised all different scenarios to help her feel in control and less fearful.
The birth had gone well. Thomas was healthy. Breast-feeding was exhausting, but Mandy found that it had the unexpected side effect of calming her spirit. Her little baby was just focusing on breathing, eating, sleeping, growing. All she had to do was love him and provide . . .well, everything.
She had done her best to keep Ryan content, too. Making nice dinners, massages, oral pleasuring. Her husband was very attractive, and they had always had an active sex life. It had been 10 months, but they finally were beginning to have intercourse. Mandy had just been so tired. . .and she had felt unattractive until recently. She had finally gotten back into shape, but she still had these huge milk jug breasts.
Instinctively, both she and Ryan just wanted to take it slow.
Mandy kissed Ryan deeply before settling into a spoon position. He had loved to hug her and hold her from behind.
“You’re a good lover. Have I told you that, lately? That was intense,” Mandy said, with a smile, as she nestled herself into Ryan’s lanky body.
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