Then she was clawing at my arms and pulling on my hair and then she tried to pull away and I knew she didn’t really want away, she was only reacting to the intensity of it.
Then she squirted.
The way she jumped, almost five feet in the air, and said, “The f**k?” made me laugh.
I tackled her to the bed and kissed her all over her face, a succession of powerful smooches all over her gorgeous face.
I expected she’d be all loose and covered in an awesome s*x glow but instead she was crimson and shaking her head and her hand was over her mouth.
Tears unshed filled her eyes.
They looked so green. So shiny.
So f*****g sad.
“You squirted,” I told her matter-of-factly, looking down at my wet chest.
She looked at me like I was speaking Greek.
“Women can ejaculate, too, you know.” I
