CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Last Affection

I WANT to complain about what she’s doing, but I can no longer move and fight back. I feel weak. She lifted me and turned me around. She even pats the thing behind. Then she poked deeply hard.

The show is over and I can hear nothing in the living room except the crashing and enjoying moment between both of our me*t. I was so sweaty that I couldn’t feel the air con. She doesn’t stop until she’s finished. It was as if she wanted to kill the way his long thing entered and exploded inside mine. I was so full, and every vein inside me seemed to throb. Until my knees weakened down.

I was fainting when my body trembled because of resistance and an incredibly different way of becoming one. She rested his inside until she came back and with the last stab; she stabbed it inside. I just felt the flow of both juices flowing down my legs. I was so weak that I lay down and fell on the carpet.

She stood up and ran over to me. She leaned over to hug me.