It is only in retrospect that I can appreciate just how mentally exhausted I had been. I think I had really been trying to think of the words to say to her, to convince her to stop. Then my mind simply gave up on trying, and I stopped thinking about what I was doing and instead reveled in the intense pleasure.
After she came, Gwynne stopped crying out and just panted and moaned as I guided her up and down on my c**k. It made my slurping sounds much louder as I tried to keep sucking her t**s while she was bouncing up and down like that. After a few minutes, she shook through another orgasm. She leaned her head forward after those tremors had passed, and her breath was hot in my ear.
"I'll bet it looks incredible," she growled sexily. "Do you want to see it, Mitch? Do you want to see my p*
