“The greatest orgasm of my life?” “I’m pretty certain I heard you say it. You probably don’t remember. You were too busy screaming my name.” I hear the smirk in his voice. I scoff a laugh. “It’s called acting.” Now he scoffs as we enter the kitchen. “Josefine, please. Was it acting when you came the first? Second? Third? Fourth time? Or when you squirted all over me?
