Like a Fucking River in Flood

I'm fucking glowing.

I find it so fucking hot that after 17 years of marriage, we are still on our fucking honeymoon.

I still crave your hard cock splitting me open (OMG I am so wet for you) thrusting into me, fucking banging me, filling me.

I'm a little shocked at how much liquid I can produce as you pump me. It's like you turn on my tap or something. Smoke, Baby; Smoke, Baby. Or maybe Float, Baby; Float Baby.

I've been too busy glowing after sex to post for quite a while. But no more. I must let you know the extent of my appreciation. I feel so well reamed, so filled up, so thoroughly fucked I can't stop grinning. I'm wet all over. I had to mop up my legs with a towewl when you'd finished with me, and the one under me was soaked. My tank top is drenched with my come on one side. I know you're basted in my juices, too. I can't believe how many times you made me come even after you were finished. Fuck, it was good. I can't even do it justice yet, I'm so busy glowing. Float, Baby; Float, baby. . .