Sunday, October 23, 2011

8 o'clock in the morning

We just returned home at eight in the morning. We were fucking all night. Actually, I was fucking all night. Michael watched me, cheered me on, brought me water or a drink when I needed it. Somehow, he watched and stroked himself throughout my marathon adventure and never brought himself to orgasm. We'll have to do something about that a little later on. Right now, we sleep.

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