“You cannot seriously pick your brother’s name as your safeword.” “It’s my word, right?” she quips. “And I’m pretty sure if I scream it, you’ll stop… and he’ll come running.” A wicked and triumphant smirk spreads across her face, like she just won a game I didn’t even realize we were playing. I can’t help but chuckle. She’s right, though… I don’t think a thing in this world would take me from hard to flaccid quite like her screaming her brother’s name while I’m thrusting into her.
