Sometimes I miss our nights all alone. The nights when it was only Brian and I in the house. Alone. Together. It was so romantic. But definitely not in a weird kind of way. I miss walking into his room and seeing him on his knees on the bed, buttcheeks spread apart, just waiting for me to come take him with my giant black strapon. I miss hearing how he moaned and groaned as I made him take every inch. Sometimes I whipped him with a riding crop. Sometimes I ate his ass out before fucking him. It was usually the same thing with the strapon but the foreplay was always different. "Are you ready for mommy to fuck you?" I would ask. "Please fuck me hard mommy. Make me bleed!" was his reply. Things are different now though. We don't get to have our fun every night like we used to. Occasionly though, especially on family occasions, Brian and I will still sneak off together to have a strapon session all over again. Just like old times. He still loves it just as much today, if not more than the time I first forced it in his ass.
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