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“Oh yes, yes...”

My fluids soak the gel. I’m breathing like a locomotive. I’m drenched and pant and pant until I can’t take it anymore. After one last penetration that reaches my deepest core, I finally come.

I’m still trembling when I hear my love tell me a hundred wonderful things. I feel his breath on my mouth. I want him. I adore him. I love everything I do with him, and I want to keep learning.

“Everything OK?” Eric asks after our breathing stabilizes.

“Yes.”

I giggle.

“All right, sweetheart; let’s go to bed.”

I take the still wet dildo from inside me, pick up the laptop, and throw myself in bed.

“Thank you, love.”

Eric laughs.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, sweetheart.”

“Rest, darling. It’s late.”

“OK.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow?”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

“Nope, me more.”

“Me,” he insists, chuckling.

“All right, say good night.”

“You say good night first,” he says, grinning.

After five minutes of laughter during which we behave like two teenagers, we finally say good night and sign off at the same time.

I’m exhausted, satisfied, and wet. Our toys are scattered all around the bed, but I decide to put an end to the orgy. I get up and put away those I didn’t use. I go to the little table and pull the dildo. Wow, I enjoyed that. I take it and the violet dildo to the bathroom and wash them. When everything is clean, I put them away.

So tired, I unlock the door, lie down, and fall asleep on Eric’s pillow. It smells like him.

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The next morning, I open my eyes and feel an irrepressible urge to vomit.

I run to the bathroom just in time. I’ve definitely caught Flyn’s bug.

With a sour stomach and a sore throat, I go back to bed. I sleep like a log.

“Judith, aren’t you going to get up today?” I hear Simona asking.

I raise my head.

“What time is it?”

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