Sure, Dashiell and I used to spend all night tangled up with each other, but we had breaks in between. If it was lasting hours straight, then maybe Evander wasn’t the Master of Orgasms after all. Perhaps it took that long because he sucked at pleasuring someone. I don’t know why that image brought me such happiness, but it did. Actually no. I knew exactly why: he was always a dick, and it was satisfying to think he had no clue how to use his.
