“I’m sore.” “You can take me,” he assured, knowing my body better than I did. “I can’t,” I said weakly, more of the same. He ignored me, easing into my loose, wet ring and hardly moving but still able to ejaculate in me again, using my insides as a cum depository. I took care of myself from the front, going rigid through my climax. “Yes,” he breathed hesitantly, agreeing to everything I’d said he would do. The shame in his voice made what we were doing feel dirty. I liked it dirty.
