...J turned me around, lubricated his dick, and slid it up my ass, standing up. I had a very hard time standing with him thrusting easily in and out of my ass, holding me, fondling my breasts. I kept wanting to let my knees buckle and collapse on the bed. He had me bend over and touch my toes, locking my knees, and he went deeper, and it felt sublime.
He asked if I wanted him to go even deeper---I said yes, so we got on the bed. I laid on my back and he got on top, and thrust in slowly. He went in and out so slowly, gently, lovingly. He kissed my neck and made love to me and it drove me insane. I trembled. I rubbed myself against him. I asked if I could scream when I came; he said he’d prefer I didn’t---so when I came quickly, I internalized it and it was a ten--a head to toes ten.
He kept going and it only got better for me. It felt so incredible, I whimpered; I couldn’t think. It was like a cloud bank had moved into my head. I was whimpering so much, J asked if I wanted him to stop---I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t form words. I couldn’t speak. So seeing this, he said, “Squeeze me if you want me to continue.” I put my arms around him and squeezed and he went on.
Tears came to my eyes; I nearly cried. My whimpering increased and he asked again if he should stop. It took me several minutes to say “switch”. He Understood me, put on a condom, and got in my cunt.
I almost came again, and would have if J lasted longer. I wasn’t disappointed I didn’t. When he came, I moaned as if I were coming.
I was just about dead after. I laid there motionless, J watching me, so very pleased with himself. Ten minutes it took before I could speak in complete sentences. As soon as I could laugh, I laughed. J said that although I wasn’t the first girl that had lost the power of speech, I was the first to do so during anal sex.
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