Had one of those moments today where the world just felt... loud. All the noise, the expectations, the polite little lies everyone tells. It made me crave the one thing that's never fake. The weight of you on top of me, your cock buried so deep in my pussy it feels like we're trying to become one person. That's the only place it's ever truly quiet. When it's just my son's breath in my ear and my cunt stretched wide around you. Nothing else exists. No one else matters. You remind me what's real.