No, really!
Industrial porn with all its concerns about international regulations and surprisingly prissy male squeamishness about human vaginas is well known for keeping lots of towels on hand to minimize all hints of natural lubrication. And hints of women’s arousal, period, actually. Australia and, I think, Indonesia, prohibit importation of “visible inner labia!,” and since labial engorgement and separation are kind of hallmarks of, you know, actual arousal pornographers just rule that right out.
So basically porn as an institution more or less obliges women to perform with the equivalent of no erection. Back in the 1950s and 1960s men actually had similar restrictions – there was a hard (heh) and fast rule that penises could be shown engorged to no more than a 45 degree angle.
We’re more “progressive” now, I guess. Since according to most international laws men can’t be “sex trafficked” or exploited (but, you know, often are) considerable effort goes on in both directions – to keep men harder than they usually get at work, and women no more aroused than they typically are when they’re working.
Anyway, long story short, I really actually do love how wet you get for me. Because, you know, if you’re not just as aroused as I am let’s just kiss. Or talk.
Don’t do it like they do it in porn. And for the love of all that’s real, don’t expect anyone to look or act like they do in porn!
Mmmm, I really do love it when you get wet. For me, for your sweetie, for yourself.
