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“You okay, baby?” he asked quietly as he leaned back and looked into my eyes.

“I’m okay. I thought I was going to faint,” I responded, my legs still feeling like a new born giraffe.

“How was that orgasm?” he asked, laughing.

“Give me an hour or so, and I may be able to tell you. It’s tough standing right now,” I giggled.

He reached down, turned off the water, and slid his forearm behind my knees, and picked me up.

“Erik, be careful,” I pleaded as I reached around his neck.

“Hold still, you’re kind of slippery,” he laughed as he carried me out of the shower.

As I stood and tried to recover from the most earth shattering orgasm of my life, Erik dried me off with a towel. As he pressed the towel into my hair it was more apparent than ever.

Erik Ead knew what was best for me, sexually.

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