Life At Its Finest.

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I wake up, still remembering how I felt after I slept with him. It was so perfect, I've never wanted sex more in my life. And I'm sorry to say, but I want it again. I want his soft hard body against mine. It was the best night of my life! Best two nights, I never want it to end. When he wakes up I smile, so does he.
"Last night was something, huh?" He smiled.
"I love it... Every moment we spend together! Wanna have sex again tonight?" I ask with puppy eyes against my messed up mascara.
"I'll see what I can do..." He smiles and laughs, then I laugh. Then we kiss.
***
After lunch we stop at a trampoline place, good thing I wore spandex and a tank top. You can specifically see my cleavage I may or may not have planned that.
"C'mon lets go have fun, do you like this place?" He asks, if he's excited I'll go.
"Of fucking course!" I scream. He laughs, then I laugh. It's literally a chain for us, or I just copy whatever he does.

We jump everywhere, there's mini trampolines, a ball pit and a volleyball court. We laugh and fall, I mean I fall shit. It was cool, but seriously I hate trampolines but I love Brian, in this situation only Brian matters.
***
After dinner we hop in bed, he kisses me and I kiss him back. Then he stuck out his tongue, then there goes my tongue. He pulls off my tank top, and I rip the buttons off his cheap ass polo shirt. He kicks off his pants forcefully, then he does the honors and unzips my shorts, he rotates so his penis is fairly close to my vagina. And I kiss him, then I pull him closer, closer to me. He pushes away?
"That's enough for tonight, I'm warned out. Two nights of sex in a row can wear you out." He smiles and falls asleep.
I hop out of bed and get my pajamas on, of course I wasn't expecting this type of reaction. But it's ok, not everyone wants to have sex every night of every week. So I decide to call it a night and go to sleep.

**

When I wake up, Brian is making himself a cup of iced tea. We make our way out of our room and eat at the hotel breakfast, I make a waffle and he helps himself to biscuits and gravy.

"That looks yummy" Brian look at his food and licks his lips.

"Yeah it does!" I dig into my slightly burnt waffles. They kind of taste like machine but it's fine. Brian looks like he's enjoying his biscuits covered with a wet soggy grey sauce they call "gravy".

Breakfast was pretty good. After I ate I felt sick, so I spent most of the day either on the toilet or laying on my side.

"You OK? He asks sympathetically.

"Yep, I'm fine." I smile

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 23, 2016 ⏰

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