I genuinely get off to the vision of a woman who looks like she just ran a marathon after getting fucked by me.
As a man, who typically does most the thrusting, it makes perfect sense that I am wiped out. Cardio alone is going to make me exhausted.
What I have found is the only way to truly wipe a woman out. I mean really have her face down on the floor completely disheveled, totally at a loss of all mobility. There is only one way to accomplish that.
Orgasms. And lots of them.
Physically they reward her, but they take something out of her too. The more she has, the more she is wiped out. It’s arithmetic at some point.
The more orgasms you feed her, the more you get that ego boost that you just annihilated her through eating, fingering, and fucking her.
Well. Very well.
So come on Kitten. Yeah, you.
Crawl up on that bed over there. Spread those beautiful feminine legs.
It’s supper time for Daddy. I’m looking for orgasm number 1. It’s an appetizer. When your clit takes a little out of you and gives you a rush. Number 2 is when my fingers say hello to your G spot.
3? Dealers choice. Maybe I rub your clit. Maybe I make you squirt. Maybe I do both.
Yeah, both. Time to eat some pussy again. Oh, you didn’t think I was gonna fuck you, did you? That is 5 if you are counting, but we both know you lost track after 1.
Two more as I fuck you and I find a fucking way at this point get some more out of you. I’m building up for double digits Kitten. I’m trying to impress myself now.
Tonight is the Iron Man competition.
You are going to take 30 minutes to get off my fucking carpet.
Wiped out. Done for. Exhausted.
You are fucking welcome.