I wish it was possible to record memories, or events, to replay later. I wish I could keep forever fresh the sensation of Connor's p***s slipping into me, parting me, filling me so perfectly that I slumped forward, moaning, thrashing as his balls pressed against me.
He held me, held me tight against him, piercing me, pressing against me, letting me whimper, squirm, and slowly catch breath on his chest. Then he kissed me, and as he kissed me he slipped back and thrust into me, holding me, muffling the incoherent sounds that I seemed to utter without any capacity to stop them. Every thrust he gave felt like it turned me inside out; I whimpered into his chest, eyes squeezed shut in delight at the feel of him in me; so hard, so deep, girth enough to stretch me without hurting me. His hands, s
