Hello everyone, today we are going to talk about what it feels like for a woman to come out after being creampied. Let me talk about my feelings, which may not represent the feelings of all girls, but at least they should be similar to some extent.
First, there is really a warm feeling at that moment, and the hot white clothes spray out before pouring into the pot of poetry.
Seeing such a description, I may say that we may all say that it is because hey, maybe there is a very warm feeling at the moment of coming out, but in fact, the real feeling is okay.
Second, you will really feel that the stick is trembling. If you haven&39;t done it for a long time, then when you do it for the first time, you must be the strongest.
So if it is the first time, you will really feel it. But that feeling actually needs to be experienced very carefully to feel it.
In fact, for us, the feeling is almost the same, which is really the biggest difference. Not to mention a psychological feeling.
It is different. I also interviewed a few experienced ladies. Let&39;s take a look at what they said.
The first beauty is 25 years old. My exboyfriend and I have a very special little secret.
That secret is that we like to have sex in the car. Maybe for other people, this situation may be a little strange.
But for us, this is our little world. Once, it was a summer night. My exboyfriend and I made an appointment to go out for dinner. Then, at the moment when we were about to leave, I saw some familiar sparks in his eyes, which was the secret between us.
I glanced at the night outside the car. The breeze blew gently, with a hint of coolness.
At that time, we were in the car, and we had a suspected relationship in our little world. His eyes were full of heat, and his breath was full of heat.
His fingers slid across my skin, leaving a warm mark.
In the end, he made a lot of that feeling inside me, as if he was marking me, he was taking me as a part of him. At that time, I only had wet wipes to clean myself, and I tried my best to clean them off.
But I could feel that the wet wipes could not clean up everything he gave me.
That night I was walking on the road, I could feel what he gave me, they were all flowing inside me, I could feel them flowing out of my body, flowing onto my thighs.
And I was wearing a short skirt that day, it was really embarrassing to walk on the road. But fortunately there were not many people outside that night.
The second one, Li Xiaomin is 35 years old this year, but I have actually had a vasectomy, but before marriage I occasionally let my husband do it inside, I also like being done inside by my husband, and my husband also likes it very much, you know?
Every time I will gladly accept his indulgence, because that is my love for him, it is my response to him, and he also likes this way.
When he feels that I am willing to let him go deep and stay inside me, my trust in him is my love for him and my respect for him. Every time he gets inside, I will bathe with him and let the water wash away the fatigue on our bodies, let the water wash away.
The sweat on our bodies. Unless it is because of the fear of pregnancy that needs to be washed away, the tadpoles left in my body, otherwise those things will stay in my body.
Slowly, as my body moves, it flows out of my body. I like that feeling, that feeling like he is still by my side, every time he is in my world.
When I feel his tadpoles swimming out of my body, I will remember that he is upright on me, the feeling of his warmth on me, and that memory will make me excited again and stimulate my desire again.
I remember one time when I was at work, because he left too many tadpoles in my body the night before.
When I was sitting there, I felt a warm current flowing out of my body. At that time, I sent him a WeChat message to tell him that he was so great.
He left too much in my body last night, and now I am experiencing it. He left the heat. He was very happy after receiving my message. He replied to me, is it true?
And my husband was very excited that day. After he came home, he immediately pulled me into the room. We had a fierce battle in the room that night.
That night we experienced each other&39;s heat in the room. The third type Xiaoli is 27 years old this year. She said that my boyfriend and I like to have sex in the morning.
That morning, I was suddenly awakened from my warm bed by the sound of the alarm clock. I glanced at the time on the bedside and couldn&39;t help but get anxious.
I originally planned to catch the 8 o&39;clock bus, but the morning time is always so hurried, as if everything is in a hurry.
My boyfriend was beside me, but she was not panicked at all. His eyes revealed the laziness and sweetness unique to the morning.
He seemed to be indifferent to the fact that I had to catch the bus, but instead wanted to seize every moment with me. My urging was like a weak ripple, rippling around him, but it didn&39;t attract his attention.
At that moment, his eyes were hot and affectionate, his hand touched my cheek, and we had sex like this.
At that time, my heart was full of anxiety and contradictions, but I couldn&39;t resist his temptation.
That time seemed to be stretched, and I was led into another world by him.
In that world, I forgot to catch the bus, forgot the working hours, and forgot the fear of being late.
I was immersed in the sweetness he gave me. When I came back to reality and opened the door to leave, I realized that the bus time was getting closer and closer, and I was caught by him. I didn&39;t care about it anymore. I went out first. I hurried to the corner of the company&39;s clothes, which still had his scent.
I felt something strange in my body. It was the mark he left in my body, which made me unable to forget that sweet morning all day. I felt my underwear getting wet, my face turned a little red, my heart beat faster, and I couldn&39;t help but be afraid that it would flow out.
The workplace finally appeared in sight. I immediately gathered all my strength and ran to that familiar place. The place I ran past, leaving my confused mood and worries.
I ran with sweat all over my head. This was close to my sweaty back, as if I had just run a hundred meters, and I was in a mess.
I rushed into the company almost with my last breath. My colleagues looked at me in surprise. They might be wondering why I was in such a hurry, as if there was something important waiting for me to do.
But I could only smile bitterly at this embarrassed look. It was a secret left to me by my boyfriend, but I couldn&39;t tell them.
That day, I was always worried from time to time whether the tadpoles would not flow out, whether I was worried that some colleagues would smell a strange smell, and I felt that my underwear was wet all day, which made me more worried. I hoped that those worries were unnecessary. I just hoped that I could complete my work as usual.
That day I seemed to spend a secret with it, and that secret was left to me by my boyfriend, the sweetness of that morning, the thing I had been worried about, and the thing I hoped others would not notice.
