"So cum. What's the problem?" Sam thought that he had probably fantasized about discussing orgasms with Karen. Once again the context was a little off, but he found he didn't really mind.

"Are you...do you think you're going to?"

"Probably not now. I don't know how I held back while I was taking you, or pretending to, but...it's weird, but I think I might be too tired. My cock doesn't even really hurt anymore."

"Still feels pretty hard from where I'm sitting." She giggled, a slightly hysterical sound. "So you're going to make me cum, but I'm not going to help you out. I'm a naughty, teasing little bitch, huh?"...