I’ve seen you like this more times than I can remember now.
Laying there. Unable to do much other than lay there and say a few things as you hold your shaken body.
Grabbing your wetness I just ruined.
The pussy I ate into orgasm. The clit sucked vigorously until you shook. The fingers of mine that dove deep inside you, then turned, then tap-danced on your G spot until the internal shockwaves flush your body. The cock inside you shoved back hard and fast while I see you fall apart in front of my very two eyes.
I am counting each orgasm in my head. Each time I make a mental note. I am making a tally.
I measure my own worth from this tally. How impressed will I be with myself? 4? Eh. 6? Now we are talking. 8? Papa is proud.
The state I see you in after is the pinnacle. Wiped out. Saying “oh my god” and “shit, fuck, shit, damn”. I am so warm inside in this moment.
Knowing what I did to you. Knowing you think I’m the center of the world.
Just rest, Kitten. Lay there. Keep on thinking those thoughts. I’m starting to get hard again.
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