But he isn't paying attention. Now he's resuming his tongue abuse, which is just intended to enrage me more. After six months, he still remembers precisely what I need to get off of him. I am blasted by a second orgasmic wave, and my legs buckle under the strain. William just manages to reach me in time before I strike the chair, and he immediately snatches me up. The show has concluded. The rest is up to his imagination.
After being out in the sun, I flinch when he strides inside the home. As in, "I can't believe you just did that."
The wait is six months, Lisa. I've been pining for you for a whole year and you've been refusing me. If I ran into you in the middle of the street right now, I'd fuck you.
He descends the flight of stairs in slow motion and enters the bedroom. William pulls me to my feet and lets me go. It's bedtime. "Show me how fantastic I made that pussy feel,"