“Too much friction?” It feels perfect to me, but maybe she’s getting raw.
“No, not too much. Just all hot. Tense. Feel like I might come again.”
She’s had plenty of orgasms while I’ve been in her ass, but it’s hard for me to tell if they’re clitoral orgasms or vaginal orgasms or anal orgasms. I’m not totally sure I’ll know the difference, but her ass is very tight on me and I can feel the rhythmic squeezing of the long muscles in her ass and the backs of her thighs. She lifts slightly to each thrust, meeting my balls and thighs as they bump into her cheeks.
“How can I help you get there, baby?”
“Keep doing that. So hot. My bottom’s all fluttery.”
“I like it when your bottom’s fluttery.” I slide my hands under her ass and get a good hold, my fingertips sinking into the sweet roundness. Her muscles clench-clench-clench against my grip.
“Ooh! Oh, oh, oh.” Her eyes widen, then narrow, then roll until I can only see the whites. Her body goes absolutely rigidunder me, her legs shooting straight, back snapping into a high arch.
I pump deep and fast, letting the wild squeezing of her ass pull me up and up. I lift her, going up on my knees for more leverage, holding her ass in the air. She screams, her arms flinging wide and grabbing at the blankets. She snatches a pillow and batters me around the head with it, which throws me over, laughing, roaring, coming, my body emptying in gusts of pleasure into hers.
I collapse over her, holding myself up with one hand, grabbing the pillow with the other and throwing it across the room. She blinks up at me, panting, speechless. I chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose.
“Good orgasm, baby?”
“It was in my bottom.”
“My dick is definitely in your bottom, baby.”
She slaps at my chest weakly. “Orgasm in my bottom.”
“Pretty special, huh?”
She nods and flails around limply. Chuckling, I withdraw and watch with a huge swell of animalistic pride as my cum bubbles between her ass-cheeks. I wipe her up with a towel and snug it between her legs before I roll to my side and pull her to my chest. “Don’t you move.”
“I’z not moving,” she says, flopping across my chest. “You’z sweaty.”
“I am,” I agree. “So are you, little growler.”
“I’m not a growler. I’m a bumble.”
That tickles me. “Mybumble.”
She puts her fist on my breastbone and props her chin on it. “We haz serious talk now?”
I settle into our nest, sliding one hand behind my head and resting the other on her back. She giggles as she pokes my biceps.
“Sure, you first. Want to tell me why you’re kinda not sorry you made me and your family worry about you?”
She ducks her head and presses her forehead against my pec. “No. You go first.”
“Okay, can I ask you about something Jack mentioned?”
She lifts her head. “You talk to Jack about me?”
“I did,” I confirm. “Does that upset you?”
She wiggles her nose and mouth, side to side, while she considers my question. “You talk to him because you want to understand me better?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Noes. I not upset then. It’s nice you trying to understand me.”
“Jack mentioned your last daddy was very into spanking and that he gave you an orgasm after every spanking. Is that the only time he gave you orgasms?”
