As I start to come down again, I'm almost afraid to let myself sink back down onto the creaking leather. But there's no way that I can hold myself up, and I just let go of everything and drop back down powerlessly. To my surprise everything is dry and comfortable. Lana has taken everything. Every last drop! And she's even following me now, back down into the chair, still engulfing my entire slit with her mouth, all in order to have things stay exactly the way they are. Dry and comfortable. Soft and lovable. How can anybody possibly be that good?
"Oooohhhh," I sigh breathlessly. "How can anybody be that good?"
"Mmmmmm...?" she murmurs from down there, surely looking up at me with a quizzical expression on her face. She probably couldn't make out my words. But I'm way too spent to even rai
