Once, twice, three times, his tongue thrusts into me like a spear. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll figure it out.

His come is all over me, and his lips is working my clit as he demands that I do a math problem. "Could I have William, please?"

If you want me to wait, Lisa, you'll have to.

I'm trying to remain compliant, but my breath is coming out in sobs. When he starts picking at me for many painful minutes, I eventually mutter, "Five hundred and twenty-eight." I know I should be able to finish this issue in seconds. Ish.”

Numbering it at "528," And the orgasms...