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I haven't recovered from my bliss of orgasm when he suddenly hugs my tiny frame, bringing both of us to the couch, lying horizontally. Despite being blinded by the robe's tie, he cages me underneath his bulky body with ease, as if he's done this too many times.

"What are you doing," I panic at the power he just gained.

And... uhh, he did do this a lot back then, when we used to fuck every single day. Now it's just a distant memory.

Fine, maybe not so distant because the last time he flipped me around like this was six weeks ago.

"It's my turn." He smirks before charging into me in long, slow strokes as to savour the taste, totally opposite to what happened when I was on top of him.

I honestly thought we'd hit the high together when he complained about not being able to stop himself from coming too soon but looks like I was wrong, he managed to control himself afterall.

"Faster," I urge, feeling another surge of orgasm is approaching.

It's a wonder what an expert he is when it c