Good morning everyone!
As promised
Alexssssu , I share my impressions of yesterday evening:
The room is in twilight, illuminated by two red flashlights, and a TV, on which there is romantic music and pictures from "Romantic Collections". I lie naked in the center of the bed on my tummy, closing my eyes in anticipation of something pleasant...
My husband kneels at my side. His hands are already generously covered with baby massage oil. The first touch on the back... At first there are goosebumps, probably cold. He begins to stroke slowly, barely touching the skin, then a little harder and more confidently. I’m already warm, and of course, very good. But this is just the beginning. From the shoulders down to the butt, its memory can be stronger, tougher.
And then, he moves back, between my spread legs. He strokes and kisses the feet, toes... Next is his crown: with his palms, from the feet, he runs along the inside of the thighs, while touching the perineum. I’m excited, and I’m probably already leaking. Purrr

like a cat, you want to lift your butt and give yourself to your cat.
- honey, I’m ready... I want...
Turning me over on my back, legs spread wider, he enters me, in the usual missionary position. Slow, in keeping with the music, movements are romantic and gentle. It’s such a thrill. There was no such thing as an orgasm, but I received great pleasure from his attention, love and tenderness, and that he took possession of me, my male. Well, what more could a woman need? I am in heaven.