Two months in Southeast Asia and my pussy forgot what it was made for. Twenty hours of travel later, I told hubby exactly where we were going before our bags even hit the bedroom floor. @DFWKnight's house. Immediately! My pussy was tighter than that connection we almost missed after Customs. Two months without my bull's thick BBC? I needed to be resized like a popcorn kernel in a microwave He opened me slow, working every inch until I remembered how to take him properly. Hubby watched the whole transformation - from cramped economy to first-class spaciousness, stroke by stroke. Our 10th video together, and I've lost count of all the private sessions where no camera was rolling. That's the chemistry we have. He knows my body better than I do after a long flight. It got messy. It got creamy. It got passionate. The medicine for my jetlag was getting my walls properly rearranged by the right doctor while my man saw exactly what I needed. Now I'm back. Properly stretched. Properly filled. Properly resized.
