Lola I’m going to come. I have no idea what he’s doing to me, but whatever it is, I’ve never felt anything like it before. I can’t even do this shit to myself. I feel it rising up inside me like a sneeze and then just before it comes, he switches and concentrates on something else, and the sensation subsides again. It’s like my orgasm is a fucking tower he’s building block by block, that he keeps adding to in different sections. We both know it’s going to fall at some point, but he’s going to make sure he builds it as high as he can so when it does, the explosion is the biggest either of us have ever seen. Not everyone has the patience to do that and hardly any have the talent. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch me and for just how long to drive me absolutely crazy without pushing me too far. I’m going to come, but he’s completely in control of when and how strongly. The last thing I need is another cocky asshole in my life, especially one that knows exactly how to turn me on.
What do You think about Max: A Stepbrother Romance?
