"Do you think you could last two days more?" Chris asked seriously but Elsa laughed.
"Why are you asking? Are you thinking that I might die because we fucked too much in our honeymoon?" Elsa chuckled.
"Y-Yeah? Should I tone it down?" Chris replied.
"Oh, sweetie," Elsa attempted to turn toward Chris, but he firmly grasped her waist, anchoring her in place. "Alright, alright. No one's going anywhere. I understand that you've been making an effort to tone things down. Laureen and Lexi already filled me in on what usually happens at this time, so I appreciate that you're mindful that I am a human. Don't worry about me; I can handle myself. After all, I'm your wife, and I want you to be satisfied."
Chris grasped both of her breasts and murmured, "Please tell me you didn't just say that."
Elsa furrowed her brow, utterly bewildered. "Say what?"
