And he hasn’t let me come once. I’m in misery. I’m still chained to the head of the bed when he straddles my torso. “Now I’ll get you ready to go to the store.” He grabs the bottle of lube, pours a generous amount between my breasts, and presses them together. I’m pretty sure I know where this is going, and I’m right – he traps his dick between them and begins to thrust. I lie there, watching his cock head popping in and out of my cleavage, and I see him stiffen. When he comes, he throws a ropy stream of semen onto my chest. And he starts again immediately. I’ve never seen a man come as many times as he has. And he’s never soft, always hard. I want to ask him if he takes one of those erectile dysfunction pills, but I don’t think so. It seems his body is just so well-trained that he can stay hard. It’s pretty amazing, actually, after old one-and-done Ron. He comes two more times on my chest. To my surprise, he releases my hands, but he’s still sitting on my ribcage.
