Tamora and I often fail to meet. She or I have cancelled well over half of our planned assignations. Not for want of desire, but because life.
Fortunately, though we haven’t spent as much time with one another as we each might like, we have been lucky enough to get together every couple of months for a couple of years now.
And soon, we will again.
I will get to feed her my cock, to feel her wet, warm, soft, eager mouth.
To press her thighs back as I savor her sweet taste, and collect her easy, plentiful orgasms.
I can’t. Fucking. Wait.