“Oh baby, I thought you were going to break my hand.” Wendy sounded out of breathe. You finally open your eyes far enough to see her face. Her smile is pulled so very tightly. She looks like she’s just shared a secret. Well, maybe she has.
“I had no idea. Holy crap. I just died. Does that always happen? How can you do that multiple times a night? Will I ever be alright?” you sound like a blundering idiot, but can’t stop the rush of questions. You still don’t have your wits as you come down from your orgasm.
“Oh honey, just enjoy it for right now. We can discuss later.” With that you realize that your orgasm hasn’t even finished yet. As it does your eyes are getting even heavier and you can’t keep them open anymore.
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