From yesterda…
“Do you think you can come up with another use to supplement the Vigorelle female Viagra by tomorrow and surprise me?” “Yes, let me ask, heard of Vicks in sex?” “G, NO.”
He pulled out of a bag an enormous towel, a pillow, the female Viagra cream Vigorelle and a very small Vicks container. Laid me down in the floor lifting my lower body with the pillow got me aroused by applying Vigorelle first to my nipples, then to the entire vaginal cavity, concentrating at the clit. His left hand fingers were giving me a great clitoral stimulation in a constant in and out movement, while his right hand fingers kept on rubbing the clit. “I’m coming and there’s no Vicks.”
It all stands still while he covered the head and body with Vicks. As he went inside me the heat generated by the Vicks made me feel like a lamp post was inside me. The constant banging generated a chain of orgasms; one was finished when the next was starting. The amount of liquid frenzy coming in me was of such quantity that the coming out flow was enough for me to fully cover my breast in white.
My husband, I felt, was getting suspicious because I was more, for no reason happy, and less sex demanding. With regret I stopped my regular visits to the map store.
The end.