Oh, no, boo-boo. Please don’t ever think I’m some lonely, lost, confused woman. Never that! And, yes, I fuck without any emotional connection to these men. Not that I’m not capable of loving or afraid of loving ’cause I’ve been there, done that. But right now, love is the last thing on my mind. Most of the men I fuck are emotionally unavailable anyway, so why would I want anything more than a stiff dick and long tongue from ’em? So, yes, I am very detached when it comes to fucking and men. Some may call it empty, meaningless sex. That’s cool with me. As long as I’m keeping my pussy well fucked and wet, what the hell does love have to do with anything?

Garrett slowly pulls his dick out, then plunges it back in. “Mmmph…” He pulls out again, plunges back in, then pulls out again, leaving the head in. He tip drills me, tickling the opening of my pussy, teasing it. “Mmmph…Put your dick in…put your dick in…put your dick in…” I chant, reaching for him, trying to pull him into me. He grabs me by the wrists and slams them back onto the bed up over my head, pinning them down. I buck my hips, desperate to feed all of my pussy with his thickness. “Stop teasing me, Garrett,” I warn, practically begging.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, slamming his dick back into me, then going into a nice, slow grind before picking up his pace.

“Uh,” I moan. My lust-swollen clit flutters as the thickness of Garrett’s eight-inch dick strokes against it while he pumps it in and out of me, stretching and smashing against my pussy walls.

“You like that dick?” he asks, letting my wrists go, then reaching up under me and palming my ass.

“Ummph,” I moan again, grabbing him by his firm ass, digging my nails into him, and pulling him deeper into me. I have my left leg wrapped around his waist and my right leg up over his shoulder. “Oh, yes…fuck me. Oh, shit, the dick is so good.”