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Pop Goes the Weasel
Ronnie
“Yeah, baby. You like that?” The man in between my legs asks as I stare up at the ceiling.
If I were to saynot at all,would that completely ruin the mood?
Probably.
But with the way he’s going down on me, the mood is basically ruined anyway. It’s like he’s trying to stab my vagina with his tongue. It’s doing nothing for me.
You’d think that me lying here silently would be an indication that I’m not enjoying myself, but this guy is completely oblivious.
Mick and I met at a little cantina here in Brazil. He’s drop dead gorgeous but dumber than a box of rocks. We don’t have much in common.
But none of that matters. He doesn’t need to be a genius or my prince charming. I just wanted to have some good old-fashioned naked fun with a hot guy. I wanted a couple orgasms before I leave Brazil and get on a twelve-hour plane ride back home.
Things are not going according to plan.
I should have opted for my vibrator. She never would’ve let me down like this.
Let’s see if we can salvage this. Time to talk him through it.
“Flatten your tongue,” I encourage. “To the left. Your other left. Up just a little. Right there. Don’t move!”
I’m only gifted with a few licks of total bliss before he reverts to the tongue poking.
“Mick,” I say to get his attention. “Fuck me.”
He stands so quickly you’d think I shot him.
He’s anxious to get tohispleasure. Go figure.
As he sheds his pants and rolls on a condom, I look at his cock.
Not bad. I can work with that.
“You’re so hot,” he says before climbing on top of me.
So are you…when you don’t open your mouth.
He slides inside, and I let out a moan. Unfortunately, it’s going to be a singular one because much like his tongue, his dick starts jackhammering into me. Look, I love a good hard fuck, but this is not enjoyable. It’s clear this guy has watched too much porn and thinks this is what women want.
If I can get on top, I know I can cross the finish line. I know how to ride a dick. This isn’t my first rodeo (pun definitely intended) with a disappointing man.
Just when I’m about to flip him onto his back…he lets out a loud groan.
Pop goes the weasel.
He collapses on top of me, and I waste no time in pushing him off.
“That was great,” he says through heavy pants. “If you give me an hour, I can be ready to go again. I can rock your world one more time.”
Oh, please.
“No can do,” I tell him. “I have to catch a flight.”
