... a trembling pressure on the back of her head, a grunt, then a guilty, "you can spit that out if you want."
I was mortified by my embarassing lack of stamina, but she seemed very pleased with herself.
I didn't give a shit. It felt amazing. Her chin was dripping like an egg sandwich and I just went to sleep. One of the happiest moments of my life.
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... a trembling pressure on the back of her head, a grunt, then a guilty, "you can spit that out if you want."