She had not laughed. Even her smile had been sweet and accepting. And as good as it was, his cock deep in her mouth and his release spilling fully, he had lasted several long minutes that had been both exhilarating and excruciating. Panic had welled up in him a few times as his arousal seemed without control and his release imminent. What had she done? How had she controlled him? Then he remembered the tight grip at the base of his shaft and, while somewhat painful, how he had felt the subsidence of his ejaculation. He had not thought about his cock inside her body, not with her mouth wrapped around him, but now that he was relaxed and feeling more in control, he wondered how wonderful the final act would be, if he could stay hard inside her while thrusting into her tight, wet sheath. And what if he could go longer? His cock stirred a little at that thought, which did not want to go away. When he was fully hard once again, he jumped to his feet and sought out another drink. It took another hour before his riotous thoughts were tamed.
