Sex lives should be comfortable and full of sexy little routines. Some people call it "maintenance sex", but I consider it to be the bread and butter of any sexually compatible relationship.

You lay there looking at me and part your legs giving me an inviting view of what's mine. I walk over and slide your ass over to me giving it a little spank. Your legs curl and come together exposing that delicious pussy that I've come to know and love. It's all basic, intimate time that we share. Not totally planned but somehow expected at a regular cadence. I rub my cock against you, teasing your pussy lips and you grip me with wanting fingers.

It happens, that first insertion. No games. No roleplay. You've been looking forward to feeling me slide deep into you all day while you were at the office. You were going to come home, get comfortable and take my cock until you came at least twice. The head slips between the lips and you feel it pop into your pussy. You tighten instinctively as your juices make it slippery. I slowly enter and pause there, balls resting on your taint.

Without saying a word, I pump again and again, gaining momentum. You exhale with a moan, the stresses of your day dripping out of your pussy with each thrust of my body into yours.

You grunt and grab the sheets as lightning shoots up your spine and across your body, making your toes curl. I join you soon afterwards, filling you up with a nice hot load.

Some people call it "maintenance sex", those times in-between experiments, role-play, and exceptional circumstances... but I call it life.

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