“Oh, fu-oh,” I whimper. My climax builds to a crescendo. I reach the peak, and he maintains his steady yet relentless pace, and soon I’m bucking like a rodeo bull and screaming his name. Even after my hips still and I’m panting from the strength of my orgasm, he continues to suck and lick, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me. Blinking, I stare up at the ceiling, all the bones in my body turned to Jell-O. Only when I’ve stopped whimpering and trembling does Lorenzo let up. Despite the incredible orgasm he just wrung from my body, I groan at the loss of him. That was so much, yet not
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