I couldn't tell for how long the two of us stuck to each other.
I didn't even know how many times I'd climaxed inside of Fay. After all, every single time I reached the peak, then in the moments that followed, Fay would give me a look.
It would be just a simple look, a curious glance down to check my state out, then a curious glance up to my face, to gauge whether I was still raring to go or not…
And with that alone, the entire process would start again from the very scratch.
There was no grace or dignity to the way we moved. There was no room for technique or thought, with our entire beings focused just on the simple task of mating.
