Fall for me . . .

When I’ve finally come down from my long awaited orgasmic bliss, I’m acutely aware of her back snuggling against my chest. This is not acceptable! And when her fingers hesitantly thread through mine, I know I’ve overstayed my welcome. Without a moments pause, I extricate myself from her and the situation. But before I leave, I bend down to pick up her shirt so I can place it between her glistening thighs. Then I kneel down to whisper, “Don’t fall for me, precious. I will destroy you . . .”

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