[No, please no. That's fine. She can't handle another one like that. If it wasn't for the counter and hanging off his arm, she'd be laying on the floor unable to move. Multiple orgasms are still a myth as far as she's concerned. Hell, she's lucky if she gets ONE with a normal, human sexual partner.

And then there's THIS GUY!]

Yeah? How sorry? How are you gonna make it up to me?

[She's still trying to catch her breath, still feeling little aftershocks that quickly start to build up all over again due to the fact that he's keeping up that pace. Jesuschrist. Everything's overly sensitive and she can't look at him in the mirror anymore because he's literally too gorgeous. Instead, she turns her head to kiss his arm and drag her teeth over his skin before lightly biting his bicep. Get wreckt, Achilles, your greek ass has nothing on these ridic muscles.

She wants to get him off. She wants him to lose it like she totally lost it and she wants him to suffer. Except, you know, not vengeful suffering. Mindshaking orgasm kind of suffering. Also? She really wants to know more about this kinky shit he's all about. He was supposed to be a NICE GUY!

This is better somehow.]

Do you like being called Daddy? Does it get you off, making the young girls scream?