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.