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THE BATHROOM BREAK

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I’ve been dating this man name Donnell for three months. He is six feet, one hundred and eighty-five pounds of caramel kiss, and is the nicest man you’ll ever meet. Don’t get me wrong, the charming gentle man routine is cool. I adore him but there is one problem. Sex with him is dull. Stop laughing it isn’t that funny. Donnell’s tongue game is perfect. His dick game is excellent. You can even say addictive. However, I’m a freak and he isn’t.

I like to have variety. I don’t always want things to be soft and easy. Sometimes I like it rough. I want a man who’ll smack my ass and pull my hair. Don’t worry about pulling out tracks because it’s all mine. Of course, it is nice to have fun in the bedroom with a nice warm bed, or a dresser, and a chair. I want to have public intimacy as well. Donnell’s all about hand holding and peck kisses. I want tongue tonsil action with some ass grabbing on the side.

Today, I am going to break things off with him because he isn’t fulfilling my sexual needs. As I waited outside of his job today, he calls me on the phone. “Hey Sexy,” where are you?” Just the sound of his voice makes my pussy moist. Whoa Tonya, stay focused and on point. Now is not the time to get side tracked by sexiness.

“I am in the parking lot waiting for you.”