Spilled One Pearly Drop
“Is it ok that you spilled a little bit? It was just one pearly drop.”
I was reeling from her gentle but electric edges. My cock was rock hard but my mind was knackered from such intensity. She was taunting me.
I nodded that it was ok. Suddenly my mind leaped up and I held her hand. I found my voice.
“Do you want me to cum?” I was both hopeful and feeling generous. As if I was denying her.
Her adorable cheeks bunched up in a smile as her head shook.
“No. You don’t have to cum.”
She enjoys me like this.
“I should record all the noises you make, and create an aria from them. You’re like a wine-glass.”
She circled her fingertip around in mid air, as if she were playing a harmonium.
I swooned and she laughed at my reaction.
She swung me around and spooned me, holding me closely and proclaimed