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Through the haze of her ecstasy and agony, she managed to focus her gaze on me through barely open eyelids.

I stared at her as the vibrator buzzed and I fucked her with the dildo –

And finally said,“Come for me.”

She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Her entire body tensed hard as rock, and her back arched up off the bed.

I could feel the contractions around my cock as she came: deep, powerful throbbing all around my shaft.

Only when the contractions began to slow after 20 seconds did I ease the vibrator away from her clit and decrease the thrusts of the dildo.

After 40 seconds, when the throbs became tiny aftershocks, I removed the vibrator completely and withdrew the dildo.

She looked up at me with her hair disheveled and sweat glistening all over her body. Her half-lidded eyes looked like she was drugged.

Her beautiful breasts were still heaving as she gasped for air.

I smiled at her and gently stroked her legs as I slowly,slowlywithdrew my cock.

“Unh,” she grunted pleasurably as I slipped all the way out of her.

I quickly moved around the bed to untie her.

Even after I was done, she lay on the bed like a rag doll, unable – or unwilling – to move.

“Let’s take a shower,” I suggested.

She looked down at my erection jutting from my open fly, still rock-hard.

“What about you?” she asked in a slurred voice, almost sounding drunk.

“After the shower.”

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Ibegan to undress.

As I did, the moment I knew was approaching finally came.

Lying sprawled out on the bed, still in a post-orgasmic high, Mei-ling watched as I unbuttoned my shirt and laid it neatly over my jacket on the back of a chair.

As soon as I turned around, though, she sat up in surprise. “What’s on your back?”

“Scars,” I said as I pulled off my pants.

She got up from the bed, walked over to me, and slowly traced her fingers across my shoulder blades.

The scars weren’t raised, but I knew the slightly different coloration and texture stood out from the rest of my skin, even in the candlelight.

“What are they from?”

“Women,” I said as I folded my pants and laid them over my shirt.

She frowned. “What the hell did they use on you? It’s not bad enough to be from a cat o’ nine tails – ”

“Their fingernails,” I said as I slipped off my boxers and placed them atop my pants.

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