Fed Up
I'm so fed up, fed up with my guy's idea of foreplay is to drink six pints of beer. Fed up with his idea of sex is for him pushes his cock into my dry pussy and come before I've even got started. Fed up with his post coitus snoring. I can't remember when I felt the hard knot of excitement, even fear, in my stomach, the dry mouth of apprehension, waiting for something new to happen. I looked across at my man, drinking beer with his mates, their laughter clearly heard across the room. Along...