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The glorious doggy style- we named it our miracle.
My face down to my pricky nipple were wholly glued to the bed. Knees were pierced against the bed sheet exposing my bare dick hungry puna right to his face. I was Naked, Drunk and Prepared for the moment.
My hands were just busy making me happy- my favorite two fingers on the left hand were busy sending sparks and softly greasing my clitoris. It's always sweet ectasy. That's the way I like it.
I didn't know what to do with my right hand at the moment. I wasn't bothered cos I know it ain't useless or lazy. It will be the one holding the bed sheet tight when the hot bangs and hard strokes sets it. So I left it on the pillow to rest while the rest of my body shivers from his chilled touch.
Dray sure knows how to make me wild. His thumbs up my awesomeness was excessively triggering. It was so cold that i thought it was his tongue. I could feel its chills running around my spine until it settles on my seventh sense. I felt so high I thought I was going to squirt immediately.
He dragged ma ass backward to get closer,
He inserted, I moaned, softly, slowly like a shy pussy cat. I confirmed it was in place when I heard his regular soft fever pitch, I smiled -that satisfied lite grin when you know your man knows you are tight.
He went several strokes, banging me deliciously like a tough horse. I wasn't in for a joke as well. I remember dancing to his metallic hard rock and he mutted "yes babe" fuck! Give it back! Yeah! Oh! I was heightened. My type of compliment. I decided to burst his head- I whined on his dick. Ceased a moment, return several beat before he could move for another thrust. It was like karaoke. That's crazily unusual.
Though I was tipsy but the intoxication wasn't deep enough to shut my insight. I could see clearly the effect of almighty red bull drink. Our sex scene has never been that spicy!. I wish we filmed.
10months later we welcomed Teresa, our first daughter. It was a miracle. Our miracle. After so many years, so many sex positions, so many medical tips, so many therapeutic test. Everything resulted to nothing. We even tried herbal. He once drank from a bottle which was instructed never to let rest on the ground. Every revival, every vigil, the only thing my mouth ask for was the fruit of marriage. So many holy hands held, shook, tilted my head yet, all I got back was a headache. It was hellious that I so badly wanted a child. At least a stillbirth. I wouldn't mind. My marriage was at the brink of collapsing. I was depressed, confused and tired of my existence. My in-laws were the peak of my confusion. They weren't helping at all. I will leave you to imagine the hell I faced from their wrath. You know how nigerian they could possibly be.
I tried everything. Everything i know and was told. Still nothing. At a point, I could pass for a porn star experienced in all fuck moves of life. But could you imagine we never went that wild to give "doggy style a trial"? I still wonder.
Until that night, after 6-8 cans of Red Bull from Bankole and Adesua's baby shower.
Wait.... Why did we had to drink that night seff?.. Hmm.. Lemme try to recollect.. Okay okay! I remember! It's a baby shower of a couple my husband and i sponsor their wedding and few months later, they are having a baby shower. And look at us.. Mr and Mrs Dray! Married for 5 years and no show. And guess what? we were honored as the chief special guest of the occasion. Can't you see that's beautiful. Isn't it? Lol.
The party was really fun and spark - Lots of gifts, wonderful photo section, so many well wishers. It was glorious that I wish it was my day, my own baby shower.
At a point i wished i was Adesua- receiving gifts and dashing out bright smile to every guest as she walks around.
My mind wouldn't stop imagining. The sight was quite tormenting. I couldn't stand the party and i didn't want to ruin the vibe neither did i want poky eyes analyzing my solo mood. So I went into their bar. It's a big house but I know my way around. Red bull was the only bottle I recognized. I grabbed it, pour myself a good volume. I didn't know when I poured the fifth cup. My husband joined me on the seventh sure he had searched the party well enough to be able to guess the next place I'd be. He already know the regular intimidation that dragged me here. He did his usual caring hubby thing " I love you... I didn't marry you to bear me children.. blah blah". It was expected. Well, it worked as usual. (*roll eyes *). He asked we go home, I refused- "I won't until you drink with me. At least a sip"
That one sip lead to it all. The genesis of the miracle behind my daughters arrival.
So how does Doggy Style help you to get pregnant?
A great position – and most men will agree they love it – the doggy style is great for baby making. Doggy style helps increase the amount of penetration and opens up the cervix just a little bit more than other positions. Read how to do the doggy style right.
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My face down to my pricky nipple were wholly glued to the bed. Knees were pierced against the bed sheet exposing my bare dick hungry puna right to his face. I was Naked, Drunk and Prepared for the moment.
My hands were just busy making me happy- my favorite two fingers on the left hand were busy sending sparks and softly greasing my clitoris. It's always sweet ectasy. That's the way I like it.
I didn't know what to do with my right hand at the moment. I wasn't bothered cos I know it ain't useless or lazy. It will be the one holding the bed sheet tight when the hot bangs and hard strokes sets it. So I left it on the pillow to rest while the rest of my body shivers from his chilled touch.
Dray sure knows how to make me wild. His thumbs up my awesomeness was excessively triggering. It was so cold that i thought it was his tongue. I could feel its chills running around my spine until it settles on my seventh sense. I felt so high I thought I was going to squirt immediately.
He dragged ma ass backward to get closer,
He inserted, I moaned, softly, slowly like a shy pussy cat. I confirmed it was in place when I heard his regular soft fever pitch, I smiled -that satisfied lite grin when you know your man knows you are tight.
He went several strokes, banging me deliciously like a tough horse. I wasn't in for a joke as well. I remember dancing to his metallic hard rock and he mutted "yes babe" fuck! Give it back! Yeah! Oh! I was heightened. My type of compliment. I decided to burst his head- I whined on his dick. Ceased a moment, return several beat before he could move for another thrust. It was like karaoke. That's crazily unusual.
Though I was tipsy but the intoxication wasn't deep enough to shut my insight. I could see clearly the effect of almighty red bull drink. Our sex scene has never been that spicy!. I wish we filmed.
10months later we welcomed Teresa, our first daughter. It was a miracle. Our miracle. After so many years, so many sex positions, so many medical tips, so many therapeutic test. Everything resulted to nothing. We even tried herbal. He once drank from a bottle which was instructed never to let rest on the ground. Every revival, every vigil, the only thing my mouth ask for was the fruit of marriage. So many holy hands held, shook, tilted my head yet, all I got back was a headache. It was hellious that I so badly wanted a child. At least a stillbirth. I wouldn't mind. My marriage was at the brink of collapsing. I was depressed, confused and tired of my existence. My in-laws were the peak of my confusion. They weren't helping at all. I will leave you to imagine the hell I faced from their wrath. You know how nigerian they could possibly be.
I tried everything. Everything i know and was told. Still nothing. At a point, I could pass for a porn star experienced in all fuck moves of life. But could you imagine we never went that wild to give "doggy style a trial"? I still wonder.
Until that night, after 6-8 cans of Red Bull from Bankole and Adesua's baby shower.
Wait.... Why did we had to drink that night seff?.. Hmm.. Lemme try to recollect.. Okay okay! I remember! It's a baby shower of a couple my husband and i sponsor their wedding and few months later, they are having a baby shower. And look at us.. Mr and Mrs Dray! Married for 5 years and no show. And guess what? we were honored as the chief special guest of the occasion. Can't you see that's beautiful. Isn't it? Lol.
The party was really fun and spark - Lots of gifts, wonderful photo section, so many well wishers. It was glorious that I wish it was my day, my own baby shower.
At a point i wished i was Adesua- receiving gifts and dashing out bright smile to every guest as she walks around.
My mind wouldn't stop imagining. The sight was quite tormenting. I couldn't stand the party and i didn't want to ruin the vibe neither did i want poky eyes analyzing my solo mood. So I went into their bar. It's a big house but I know my way around. Red bull was the only bottle I recognized. I grabbed it, pour myself a good volume. I didn't know when I poured the fifth cup. My husband joined me on the seventh sure he had searched the party well enough to be able to guess the next place I'd be. He already know the regular intimidation that dragged me here. He did his usual caring hubby thing " I love you... I didn't marry you to bear me children.. blah blah". It was expected. Well, it worked as usual. (*roll eyes *). He asked we go home, I refused- "I won't until you drink with me. At least a sip"
That one sip lead to it all. The genesis of the miracle behind my daughters arrival.
So how does Doggy Style help you to get pregnant?
A great position – and most men will agree they love it – the doggy style is great for baby making. Doggy style helps increase the amount of penetration and opens up the cervix just a little bit more than other positions. Read how to do the doggy style right.
PLEASE SHARE YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW WHO YOU MIGHT HELP.
Blast out to your social handles. You can also share with friends and your favorite groups via whatsapp. Just a click and you are done. Thanks.
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