She was thirty five, Senior Vice President of Data Quality and Analytics at the largest financial institution on earth, and she had never once been properly fucked.
Her ex husband had managed half hearted thrusts that never breached her, coming in weak pulses across her thighs or stomach before the head of his cock ever truly kissed her entrance. Six pathetic attempts in ten years of marriage. Six. She could still remember the sticky shame cooling on her skin while he rolled away muttering apologies. She had wiped herself clean, stared at the ceiling, and wondered if sex was a myth other women exaggerated the way men exaggerated dick size.
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