I used to have a boyfriend, and we would argue a LOT! The only thing he could do to get me to stop bitching for more than five minutes was to fuck me. I’d start getting an attitude and he would already know to start grinding up against my ass. It got so bad, he would get hard every time I would raise my voice. Anytime I would throw a fit, he would just unzip his pants, and I’d still be talking mad shit as I got down to my knees so he could face fuck me. I can be sexy and sweet, but only while I was taking his meat. All I had to do was see him whip his junk out and I’d be begging him to fuck me like a whore. One time, when I was getting my rage out, he bent me over and slipped me the tube right in my juicy fuckhole. And, I have to admit, it is pretty hard to stay pissed when you’re in the middle of an earth shattering orgasm that leaves you unable to walk. I know I can be a bit of a brat, but it seemed the fights had become our own little foreplay. The worse the fight, the harder he would fuck me. It was a fun rollercoaster while it lasted!
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