This became particularly true when Goddess Julia had at last exhausted nearly all of her immense s****l energies. When at last she shrieked out her penultimate climax of that marathon twenty-four hour stretch – her slickly gripping femininity undulating along my extensively abraded, still impossibly hard length – she blessed me yet again in ways I once again find myself helpless to adequately convey.
First, of course she collapsed gasping atop me and planted kisses on every bit of my face her soft lips could reach – all the while murmuring affirmations that fulfilled me more than the most draining orgasm ever could.
“Oh Marcy! Oh, that was so heavenly! Oh, they were right, they were so right!
“Love is a much finer and far more sustainable aphrodisiac than hate and vengeance could ever b
