Doggystyle Fuck: Must-Have Guide to Best Orgasm

That doggystyle fuck last weekend is still living rent-free in my head, and honestly I don’t think I want it to leave. We’d been circling each other all day, those quick glances and light touches that build this low hum under your skin until you’re practically vibrating before anything even happens. By the time we got to his place I was already gone, and he bent me over the edge of the bed with one hand flat between my shoulder blades, steady and firm. When he pushed in, that first deep stretch made my whole body clench around him, and the angle had every thrust landing somewhere that turned my legs to jelly. I gripped the sheets until my knuckles ached, sweaty and breathless, and after a while he tugged me up by my hair, so I turned and took him in my mouth, tasting myself on him, slow at first and then deeper until I just relaxed and let him use my throat the way he needed. He came warm and sudden and I swallowed without really thinking, and then we both collapsed into this messy, laughing heap, catching our breath. It was raw and unpolished and exactly what I needed.