God, I miss the feeling of it entering me. He knew how to use it, too. He wasn't a brute, but he was confident. I miss the way it would make me come. Not the gentle, fluttering orgasms I've had since, but the deep, gut-wrenching, leg-shattering ones that started from that spot inside he was pounding and radiated out until my whole body was a clenched, trembling mess. The big, long, hard, perfect cock that ruined me for anyone else.
