I rolled onto the floor, unable to walk or to stand. She lay on the chaise, hands still tied above her head, panting.
I looked at the amount of fluid, hers and mine, lying between this wonderful, talented, nylon covered legs of her, and there was more coming out. WOW.
She smiled at me and said "Holy shit! After 25 years together, we can still do that! I'm gonna be walking funny in the morning, I think you bruised me."
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keeping a good woman happy is not being henpecked, it is investing in your future
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