Well, I can’t be mad at the man. He said he made no promises, and he was true to his word because the bastard made me pass out again. Correction, he made me pass out several times throughout the night. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to find a God has an insane s****l appetite, but I didn’t think Gods were c*********s machines. This other-worldly being ate my p***y like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet gifted to a man on death row. He worked his fingers and tongue in ways that no s*x toy could ever compete with. The man even dry humps to the point of f*****g multiples, and as amazing as that is, I’m annoyed.
I know, I know. You’re going to say, ‘Ella, what the f**k is your problem?’ and believe me, I have no problem with his skills. I think I came more times last night than I have in m
