Magic Magnus

Me and my boyfriend have lived together for almost a year. In the beginning we couldn't get enough of each other and we had sex every day, but eventually it became less frequent. The last month we've just laid next to each other in bed every night, holding our mobile phones... At times I think it's just pure laziness, but sometimes it feels like we've already drifted too far apart.It had been raining cats and dogs, I got back home soaked and tired after a long day. He was waiting for me, sitting on the couch, wearing leather pants that outlined the shape of his cock. He said his name was Dallas. We had watched Magic Mike just a couple of nights before, one of our sexless nights.I wanted to touch him straight away, but he said I should sit down and enjoy the show. Sexy? I'm not sure, but it worked.There's a Russian proverbs that goes 'A bad dancer always has trouble with his balls'. It's a lie! My man can't dance for shit, but he can really fuck.