Last night, I spent some unforgettable time with my bull, though unlike usual, I didn’t stay the night as I had to work the next day. Later, when I returned home, my boyfriend and I shared an intimate moment, which gave me a stark and heated comparison between the two men.
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That afternoon, my bull sent me a message, inviting me over. I checked with my boyfriend, who was completely fine with it, so I confirmed with my bull that I’d come but wouldn’t stay late due to work commitments. He welcomed that and eagerly anticipated seeing me.
In the evening, I dressed up—halfway—anticipating the clothes would soon be discarded. I styled my hair and applied makeup, even though it would inevitably become rumpled. Around six-thirty, I headed to his place.
After exchanging a bit of light conversation, we wasted no time. I started by pleasuring him orally, my lips and tongue working expertly. Then we slipped into the bedroom where the real excitement began. He entered me missionary-style, and I was instantly overwhelmed by pleasure, shuddering and squirting as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.
We continued like that for a time before he positioned me on all fours, thrusting hard from behind, each slap on my ass fueling my desire further. The intensity of his doggy style made my body tremble uncontrollably with multiple climaxes. After about an hour of passionate lovemaking, he finally reached his release and we lay together, breathless. I could only whisper “wow,” still trembling from the powerful sensations.
After a short rest, I signaled I was ready to continue. I teased him with gentle touches and warm kisses until he was hard again. This time, I straddled him, riding slowly and deliberately. My pleasure mounted until I soaked him with another round of squirting. He grasped my breasts, grounding me as he thrust up, driving me to countless orgasms over the next hour. Time slipped away unnoticed in our heated connection.
Before I realized it, it was ten o’clock. When he finally climaxed once more, I hurriedly dressed—somewhat—and drove back to my boyfriend.
He was waiting for me in bed, eager and attentive. As I recounted the evening’s exhilarating exploits, he eagerly kissed and licked me, deeply turned on knowing another man’s powerful touch had just been inside me. When he entered me, I expected the same electrifying sensation, but it didn’t arrive.
This was the first time I’d had sex with my boyfriend shortly after being with my bull. Usually, I stay overnight with my bull and wait at least until the next day for intimacy with my partner. The difference was striking. His cock felt almost numb inside me, offering little to no pleasure.
When he asked how my bull had fucked me, I bluntly told him it was much harder and more intense. He jokingly warned, “I’ll come if I go harder.” I assured him I wouldn’t be worried if he did because he wasn’t going to make me cum either way. True to his word, after only a few minutes, he finished inside me.
Thank heavens for my bull—without him, I’d never experience real satisfaction.
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