I took him to his room and threw him on the bed. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down, indicating that he wanted to have s*x.
So we did.
Just like old times.
I gave him head first, bobbing quickly on his semi because he was too drunk to get it fully hard, but we managed. His body was still gorgeous, and he did me doggy style. Just like old times.
I wanted to be taken over by him and the feeling of nostalgia, but as he stuck his c**k in and started thrusting like a rabbit, I realized it was god awful.
Was it always this bad? So fast and stabby and inconsiderate? Was he always so cold and unvocal? Just grunts and the occasion ‘f**k yeah’. No ‘tell daddy what you want?’ No calling me a good boy?
This was boring.
I remember when I used to beg him to keep going, b
