we’re going to see how many orgasms I can give you in the next twenty minutes.” “Twenty minutes?” Her eyes bulged, her hips jerking when I brushed over her G-spot. “The average refractory period for a man.” I thumbed her clit and stroked her inner wall again. “Oh god.” She fell back on the bed and shuddered. “Twenty minutes…” She whimpered. “I won’t survive twenty minutes.” My lips curled. “Good thing I’m usually above average.”
