We didn't make it the four feet between the door and the leafy bed under the skylight until after he'd caught his breath from round three. When we did, he begged for a little sleep before resuming our labors of love. I wasn't tired but gave in to wallow in the extravagant sensations coursing through my body. He hadn't been lying when he said he could do better.
First he showed me his better by introducing me to his talented fingers. I could only guess that their dexterity had been honed during his career being a keyboard. They were long and supple, and offered the variety of both numbers and agility. A shiver ran up my spine at the memory of their explorations.
Then he'd introduced me to the joys found in the expert uses for mout...
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