Pull it, twist it, bop it, I don’t care. Hair pulling is my shit.
When it’s grabbed with that grip that lets me know that I’d better take that Dee and love every inch of it. The thought alone makes me praise the Lord for such a blessing. I’m an avid believer in rough loving, however there are always a couple of bundles in the way of my hair pulling fun.
Scenario: hair done, deep strokes, flipping it, whipping it, getting mad affectionate *hears thread snap*.
The thought of that snap alone can stop any sexual encounter in its tracks, let’s be honest. That snap lets any woman know it’s time to slow that pace down before your Omarion in B2K braids are revealed.
When it comes to sex a fresh weave or any fresh hairstyle for that matter is a blessing and a curse.
Sex for me is…
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