BF (or Ex-BF, whatever you want to call him) was very sleazy about us having sex yesterday. I must admit that I was a bit perplexed and uncomfortable with the whole thing, which is why, in the middle of hot play on the sofa, I got up, put on the ugliest boxer shorts I had (also the first ones in reaching distance) and started watching TV.
But this time I felt a little less like a dissapointed lady and a little more like a common whore.
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