WEEKNIGHT

Pimenta Cítrica

Cover: Chris Phillips

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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I try to sit upright and it makes me take a sharp breath. Jesus, I hadn’t had any action in months, and now I’m in the middle of a fucking sex marathon. My pussy is a little angry (very happy, but also a little angry).

It’s just that even if I am horny enough to have copious amounts of sex in various positions with a heaven-sent god who the Mother Nature has decided to bring to my room, I’m still a little sore and chafed. Just a bit, but still, I’m only human. Immediately, that Rihanna song comes to my mind; and it's always wet, a bitch never ever had to use lip gloss on it... Great, now I’m disappointing Rihanna, my spiritual guide. Wait a second, lube is good, Ms. Rihanna, no reason to lube-shame. In fact, the more lube the better.

“Do you need a break?” He pulls me away from my trance. I look at him, his face is a little twisted in concern. Fuck, he’s cute. I mean, he is very hot also, but that face, it’s so fucking cute.

“No!” Mama didn’t raise no quitter. “Do you?”

“You just seem a little distracted.”