I still miss you

I still miss that heart-shaped bum. My cock entering and leaving the hole I think of. I still miss your small tits but unforgettable taste, your soft hands, the warmth of your interior. I still miss you cleaning my cock when we finished our flavors in your mouth, the moan of the first thrust, the taste of your sweat. I still miss our hands masturbating your clitoris, my balls, while giving each other four at the ventilator's rhythm. Now I have a girl with another partner, but I'll always think about that heart-shaped bum.