50 Pillow talk

She didn't disappoint me, after all.

I didn't know what was different after my admittance, but after this Rosha lost that self-sacrificing air and, as her sister wanted her to, as I wanted her to, relaxed.

Despite my lack of practical experience, I knew the basic mechanics. The rest I substituted with enthusiasm: enthusiasm to smell, to taste, to sink myself into all this soft flesh. And when, to my surprise, Rosha responded in kind, the rush of it went straight to my lower head, turning my upper one blind and mad with lust.

I came the first time almost as soon as I got inside her, so fast that I wasn't ready for it myself, and it did little to take the pounding of blood out of my ears. Then, with that scowl again, Rosha took the lead.