For me, ish is largely mental.
The physical feel ain't even that great; it's tightest at the door.
It's the fact that this woman is offering her most private, intimate spaces to me for our pleasure.
She woke up, planned her day with all it's intricacies and priorities yet at the end of it she's on all fours grunting n groaning n taking it deep AFTER i already popped her cross-eyed in the nani.
Then you hit that spot from outside the coochie n she starts caterwauling n gets that blackout nut.
It's not a common thing, in an intimate lifespan.
But it definitely happens more than once.