The Chronicles of Drodge Mallea

"Uuuunnhhhhhhhh, ohgod ohgod ohgod ohgodOHGOD! FUCK FUCK FUCK YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!"

As the mega-climax pounded her senses like nothing she'd ever known, her pussy let loose a torrent of juices. She had never squirted before when orgasming, and little did she know that that was not the last time she would do so. That night, and in general.

Bran slowly lowered her and held her close as she screamed and moaned though the minutes-long tsunami that coursed through her veins, his fingers continuing to play against her G spot. He slowed the motion gradually, not wanting to end the moment abruptly. When Ali calmed her movements and moaning sufficiently, he gently slipped his fingers out and pulled her into a tender, loving kiss that seemed to last forever.
"Oh god, Bran, that was amaaaaaazing," she cooed. "I love you so much, baby. How can I repay you? That was too much."

He looked down at her adoring face and softly said, "There's time for that, lover. Let's get out of here and catch our breath for a sec, k?"

She reached over and turned off the shower head. "Anything for you, lover," she replied, smiling seductively as she emphasized the final word in response to his use of it. She liked the word. That's what they were. Lovers. In love. Her love...

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Drodge smiled to herself at the memory. The previous evening, in the throes of passion with whatshername, she saw the occasional glimpse of her first love in this girl's young, earnest gaze. Perhaps there was greater potential here than just a one-night fling. Perhaps...