“Yeah.”
“Life is all about facing fears,” she told him and then fell silent, studying his manhood and working his flesh. Sam was stuck between the need to c*m and the desire not to feel a terrible burning in his c**k. But since he was only a man with a naked woman straddling his legs while m**********g him, the climax was inevitable. He tried to hold back, but her slippery, firm massage took control of his body and before he knew it, his body betrayed him.
He cried out in surprise and pain—and relief—as thick ropes of semen burst forth from his c**k. The ropes arced through the air and splashed down on his belly and chest, splattering onto his sheets. Other than the usual intense sensations of orgasm, there wasn’t any burning or pain in his piercing.
“Good?” she asked him with a chuckle
