As Jess posed with her boyfriend for an amateur sex blog her friend ran, a bit of a racy idea but she was willing to go with it, she reflected. In particular, she reflected on her boyfriend’s cock.
A low cut given to him by the nurse at the university health centre with a reusable clamp in the fifth week of term had sufficed for Mark, nothing fancy. Jess had certainly enjoyed the extra endurance it had given him, even if she’d had to practically push him through the door. Four years later, and they were still together and going strong, one of those rare first year relationships that managed to go the distance.
Although given that she’d marked his cock irrevocably, taking away enough the masturbation wasn’t even that satisfying for him anymore, not to mention difficult, she suspected that at least part of it was because he had nowhere else to go. He was hers now, on some level, and always would be, whether they stayed together or not. And at least she loved him for what he’d given up for her.
Plus she let him finish inside her. That probably had something to do with it.
Smiling slightly, she started to slowly stroke her dry hand up and down her boyfriend’s circumcised shaft.
Top fantasy. Yes.
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