My memory of the wet T-shirt contest with one judge and one contestant.
A memory just surfaced from a few years ago that has me worked up and drenched.
My boyfriend (at the time) and I were getting hot and heavy one night, porn was on, lights were low, I was wearing his white A shirt, no bra and light blue panties. The undershirt fit me, but barely, it displayed my hard nipples atop my plump breasts, nicely I thought. So did he. I was sitting on the bed half straddling a pillow, each one of my tan smooth legs ready to spread further apart. We were skimming through titles and thumbnails when one was inspiring to us both. The ladies in the film were drenching each other in oil and water and lube leaving nothing to the imagination and it was hot. He turned to me with a look I usually fell for, “Hell yeah,” was all I said. He took off for the kitchen and before I could ask for a glass of water, he was back with a squeeze bottle full of some culinary oils.
I put my hair up in a bun, tilted my chin toward the ceiling and whispered, “Go ahead.”
I felt so sexy and desired immediately. One of my best moods for intimacy is feeling like Miss USA Pornstar. That sure did it… I felt hot AF.
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