“Are we going to have sex tonight?” my impatient girl asks in the elevator. “I did so well with your fingers.” “Darling, two fingers isn’t even close to my cock,” I inform her smugly. But seeing her disappointment, I assure her “But we’re still going to have lots of fun tonight.” “I want to have sex,” she complains. “Now, Miss Intercourse Doesn’t Define Sex, I thought we agreed that I’d set the pace. And it’s all sex, remember?” She sighs, looking a bit forlorn. “Yes. I remember.” “Good. You’re mine to treasure, sweetheart, and I want to savor each and every part of you as you flower open.”
