The fuse that held me back broke again. He drove hard, his balls slapping against me. He didn't let up until I pulsed around his cock. His chest came down on my back and he grasped my hands. He groaned against my back as his warm cum filled me. Our heavy breathing filled the kitchen. He placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.
We've only begun rolled hazily through my head. The man would seriously kill me with orgasms if he continued. I was too wrung out to support myself. A yelp left my throat when Brack withdrew and picked me up in his arms. At least he took his shoes and pants off first. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous with my Fancy Pants around my ankles. He only smirked as he carried me into my room and sat me on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and removed my shoes before sliding my tennis undies over my feet.
"Jump in the shower while I grab my bag," he said as he helped me up from the bed.
