“Good morning Gorgeous,” he smiles warmly at me “how was breakfast?”
“Mmmmm… How many times did you cum then?”
“8 that I can remember.”
“Niiiiiiice! I don’t feel him pull out but I do feel him carry me to the bed, laying me down gently and stroking my head, half lying next to me. I look wantonly at him as I cry out with pleasure, the power of his thrusting cock taking me to new heights of pleasure. After we break the kiss, he looks at me with a hint of disbelief, unsure how to process what I just told him. When I finally turn my head to look at him he starts to apologise profusely, saying he didn’t know what came over him, he’d always been gentle with me because of what happened to me, that he hadn’t meant to lose control and it would never happen again.
