By the time Arit came down from her orgasm, she was lying on her back on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide. Mark was standing over her with an intense look in his eyes, and Arit could feel her core tremble in anticipation as she saw the fierce lust in his eyes. But she couldn't do it. Not after the session they just had! Does Mark want to kill her!?
"M-Mark. Wait. I just... I just came twice, I can't go again. You're going to kill me."
Arit couldn't form a long sentence without losing her breath, so she tried her best to talk with short sentences. But from the way Mark was still glancing down at her with that look on his face, Arit knew it was pointless!
Mark's eyes were locked on Arit's body. From the way her breasts jiggled with every breath she took, to the way her body shone from the sweat on her skin. Mark couldn't hold himself back. If he tried to hold back, he would go fucking mad.
Arit is slowly realizing that she might need some help when it comes to handling Mark.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!