The way he takes no mercy in thrusting his fingers into my honeypot is sweet and painful at the same time, but I love it.
He eats me out with his tongue and I grab his hair, one minute wanting to push him away to stop, and the next shoving his face deeper into me for continuation.
"Karanos! St-"
The words cease when I feel him withdraw. "Why the f**k did you stop?"
"You were going to say stop," he replies. "Anyways, I just wanted to be sure you're comfortable with me going hard because I, I love it rough."
"Kal," I whisper, breathlessly. "Let's sit down and talk for a while."
I straighten my dress, climb down from the kitchen counter, and lead the way back to the living room. I love how he obeys without complaining, even though I cut our s*x-making session short.
"You said you wante
