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I want Roosevelt to exercise goddamn nut control!
And this feeling of being sexually unfulfilled is…
“Oooh, ooh, ahhh…that’s it, baby. Ooh, yesss…” Roosevelt hits my spot, and a loud moan rips from the back of my throat.
It’s goddamn sinful for a man—my man, to have all this big, thick dick and not be able to give me at least thirty minutes of pussy-pounding, toe-curling pleasure.
And to make matters worse, egotism keeps Roosevelt from using the vibrating cock ring I bought him two Christmases ago. Even after I told him the benefits of wearing one, this damn man still won’t wear it.
His excuse?
His balls are too big.
All I could do is give him a blank goddamn stare.
And, that’s not the rest of it. Roosevelt’s pride forbids him from even trying any of the stay-hard maximum-strength climax control gels I’ve bought over the years to prolong his ejaculations.
Are you kidding me?
He says he doesn’t need that shit.
Yeah, okay. More lies.
A few times I seriously considered applying some of that Benzocaine inside my kitty hole on the sly, but the thought of having my pussy numb made me reconsider. All I kept thinking was, “dead cunt weeping.”
In my mind’s eye, all I saw was my pussy lips drooping and drooling, like I do when I’m at the dentist getting my teeth worked on.
No, God, no!
A numb, wet pussy is not it for me.
Soooooo…I suffer in silence.
Roosevelt claims that before he got with me he could fuck all night. Uh, okay. I’m still waiting for him to make me a believer. But, okay. That’s what he says. So I let him run with it. Truth is, I don’t know what it was like with him in the sheets when he was fucking them skinny bitches. I only know what it’s like now. And, after five years of being together, you’d think he’d finally master how to handle this fat pussy.
But, nope!
If I get on top and ride him, it’s a wrap. If I give him the back shot…oh, it’s definitely lights out. Forget it. Ten minutes in, and he’s splattering the inside of my guts.
I’m starting to think that maybe these big bouncy titties, and these thick hips, and this big, juicy ass, and this wet pussy are too much for him.
No, wait…I know they are.
Lolita Singleton is too hot to handle, boo. Okay?
Shit. I know I’m a bad, full-figured bitch with a wet, juicy pussy.
Hell, I’d fuck the shit out of me, if I could.
And probably nut fast, too, I muse.
But I’d at least want to try to extend my performance. Shit. Roosevelt isn’t even forty yet and he’s suffering from premature ejaculation, by my own definition, of course. Maybe it isn’t that premature, but it’s still an inconvenience. And puts a hardship on my throbbing cunt.
I told Roosevelt he should start doing some pelvic exercises to get this situation under control.
“Like what?” he asked suspiciously.
“Kegel exercises,” I calmly stated.
