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I had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.
Losing my V to my very first girlfriend was something I had been dreaming of and fantasizing about since I hit puberty.
I had watched a lot of movies and read a lot of Magazine, and I thought I knew exactly what to expect. But when I finally had the experience, I was left really disappointed.
The Size
The first thing that struck me was the size of her nei nei. They were much smaller than the ones I had seen in the movies. Instead of the large, voluptuous juicy oranges that I had imagined, hers were the size of ping-pong balls.
It was a huge letdown, and I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
The second thing that struck me was the amount of hair. I had seen a few movies where the women had look rather clean, but my girlfriend hadn't. Her one like wearing an afro wig, kopi extra gao. Again, I couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted.
The third thing that struck me was the actual experience of doing it.
In the movies, it looked so smooth and effortless. But in reality, it was awkward, clumsy and messy. We kept fumbling around and struggling to find the right positions. It was nothing like the movies and I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
Finally, the fourth thing that struck me was the lack of passion. In the movies, the couples seemed to be connected by an intense and passionate connection. But in reality, I felt disconnected and distant from my girlfriend. I didn't feel any kind of emotional connection, and it was just another let down.
All in all, losing my V to my very first girlfriend was a huge letdown. Nothing about it was like the movies and I was completely unprepared for the reality of it.
Her nei nei were the size of ping pong balls, her downstair like Cookie monster escape from Sesame Street the actual experience was awkward and clumsy, and there was a lack of passion. I guess I just have to accept that reality is nothing like the movies.
Losing my V to my very first girlfriend was something I had been dreaming of and fantasizing about since I hit puberty.
I had watched a lot of movies and read a lot of Magazine, and I thought I knew exactly what to expect. But when I finally had the experience, I was left really disappointed.
The Size
The first thing that struck me was the size of her nei nei. They were much smaller than the ones I had seen in the movies. Instead of the large, voluptuous juicy oranges that I had imagined, hers were the size of ping-pong balls.
It was a huge letdown, and I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
The second thing that struck me was the amount of hair. I had seen a few movies where the women had look rather clean, but my girlfriend hadn't. Her one like wearing an afro wig, kopi extra gao. Again, I couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted.
The third thing that struck me was the actual experience of doing it.
In the movies, it looked so smooth and effortless. But in reality, it was awkward, clumsy and messy. We kept fumbling around and struggling to find the right positions. It was nothing like the movies and I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
Finally, the fourth thing that struck me was the lack of passion. In the movies, the couples seemed to be connected by an intense and passionate connection. But in reality, I felt disconnected and distant from my girlfriend. I didn't feel any kind of emotional connection, and it was just another let down.
All in all, losing my V to my very first girlfriend was a huge letdown. Nothing about it was like the movies and I was completely unprepared for the reality of it.
Her nei nei were the size of ping pong balls, her downstair like Cookie monster escape from Sesame Street the actual experience was awkward and clumsy, and there was a lack of passion. I guess I just have to accept that reality is nothing like the movies.
