"Oh, I'm so... yeah... I'm reaching... orgasm..."My hand slick with spit was working hard as I writhed and purred from the reciprocation of his hands.
"Yes, cum..."Following were a series of grunts that sounded something like:
"No, I'm not cumming, I'm orgasming..."A deep moan, a slight spasm, barely a second of rest, then he flipped me onto my back and kissed me deeply as he continued to pet my body. His hands and his lips were searching insatiably across me and he was somehow still hard.
"Are you... do you... practice tantra?"He couldn't possibly... The man reeked of cooked bacon.
"I've already orgasmed four times."He was still ready for more. Love drunk, I stroked his beard as he grinned widely.
"You know, I think within the last fifteen minutes we've done six different positions..."I smiled as I pushed him back and climbed on top.
"Variety is the spice of life."
"He gentleman'd his way right into your pants."Indeed.
I sat on his lap as we smooched, my tiny shorts revealing the entirety of my legs. He pet them softly and kissed me tenderly. After what seemed to be an eternity of sweetly innocent making out, I stood, wavering in my heels and I picked up my purse.
"I should get going."The man stood tall at 6'4" but he looked me straight in the eyes as he slowly took the purse out of my hand and laid it on the ground. With the slow assurance of a man seven years my senior, he carefully picked me up and gently laid me on his large bed. I felt like a precious thing, a fragile bird: he had been so careful not to hurt me. Then he placed a hand around my neck with gentle but firm pressure. He ordered me softly:
"You're not going anywhere. Are you?"
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