I was going to be sore. He was too big for me not to be. The nagging little aches were already knocking on my pussy, even as I craved more. However, the stress of my long day had caught up with me, and I began to drift as soon as my nose nuzzled his warm neck.
All I needed was a nap, and a nap was all I took before I was nudging Arjen awake and whispering hotly in his ear, “I’m going to need more of my dick, please.”
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What kindof dick spell had Arjen put on my poor defenseless pussy? We had gone at it four times, each time seeming to get better with each new position. When he bent me over the dresser and insisted I watch him fuck me in the large mirror, I came so hard, he’d had to keep me from falling on my face because my legs had given out.
Now, after a few power-naps between getting the shit fucked out of me, I sat on the toilet waiting until my pee came and went in spurts. My pussy was so beaten up that I couldn’t pee straight, yet my kitty was down there aching for more dick, causing me to keep clenching and stopping the stream of my sideways spraying pee.
Holy dick sorcery. The man had undoubtedly cast a spell on my pussy.
How the hell was I going to make it through the day with a fried mind and a sore pussy that continued to ache for more of my dick?