They had this casual thing going, nothing too serious, but it was just what she wanted at the time—someone who was strong, confident, and never afraid to take control. She loved every second of it. They didn’t hold back with each other, and sexually, it was next-level; they did things together that I haven’t gotten to do with her. He brought out a side of her that still makes her smile when she talks about it.
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I love hearing her stories about him. Not that I’m a cuck, but something about him pulls it out of me. He was hung—thicker than me, for sure—and he knew exactly how to handle her. Hearing what they did together and his name just makes me wanna jerk off..
In bed, he was all dominance, tossing her around, making her feel everything, driving her to the kind of strong emotions and wild orgasms you only see in porn. Driving her to the kind of powerful emotions that almost had her crying. She’s told me how he’d pin her down. He’d pin her down, his weight holding her completely still as he’d push inside her, stretching her so slowly she could feel every inch, until he was buried all the way. With that extra girth, he had to keep himself hard as steel, going slow, making her take it. And she was a fit college tennis player back then—he got the best version of her, and she gave it all to him.
She’d tell me how she’d ride his big, muscular thighs, grinding herself against him, feeling every solid inch push back as he kept her right where he wanted. Back then, she was in peak shape, a fit college tennis player—he got her at her absolute best, and she gave him everything.
Just knowing he made her feel things I haven’t, knowing he had that power over her, that raw dominance… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes wish I could watch it…