“How are you still horny?” His refractory period is nearly non-existent; maybe it’s an athlete thing. “I’m always horny for you. Especially when you’re laying here, freshly fucked, with me dripping down your legs.” He fills me with a finger, followed by another. My mouth falls open on a whimper as my core flutters, thighs clenching. “There’s nothing hotter.”
