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I've been with my guy for well over a decade. When first together, life was good, fun, sex was thrilling and we both felt we had a real connection.Were we truly "in love" or did we love the hope of being in love that comes in our youth? I found myself like the women here when we were first together and the possibility of being in real love was seen as actually possible. I was poised over and making ready to grind my pussy on my man's face. What happened between us in the moments before I mashed my pussy down against his face, served as the catalyst for what has kept us arm-in-arm and smiling for well over a decade.
