My boyfriend’s a big guy, carrying some serious extra weight. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a damn gem—sweet as hell, always looking out for me. But in the sack? Man, it’s a disaster. He’s gasping for air after just three measly minutes, wheezing like he’s run a marathon. Forget about a second round; I’m lucky if he catches his breath in under ten. I’m always stuck taking the wheel, driving the whole damn show. I’m over it. I just wanna kick back, let go, and actually enjoy the ride for once.
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