Ten, nine…
As we are facing the screen, I can only imagine her whimpering, sobbing grimace. Lured by the siren call, I further ascend the spasming maelstrom. Her hips are shaking, my thrusts – vigorously returned.
Six, five…
“Wait, not yet!”
Breasts hard under my palms, I pull her close and hold. She turns. I greedily catch her open mouth. She convulses, all of me swells.
Two, one…
“Now!”
Roaring, I explode on zero. She screams and grinds me to the last drop.
“Bon voyage,” she whispers as we watch the rocket carry her husband up the afternoon sky.
