Chad

As you bounce between Chad and the wall, it is difficult to focus on words instead of emotions. Chad simply overshadows you, both body and mind. It is difficult to answer, the question being pushed aside by touches and smells, sounds and sights. Your body moves on its own, eager and willing. It feels good to just surrender, to let everything go.

"Y-yours, Chad" you manage to stutter out between thrusts.

You feel your body contract in yet another orgasm, the hormonal happiness just wiping your mind clean and leaving nothing but bliss. Chad pulls out, and faintly you can feel something drip down your legs. It does not matter, because you fall into Chad's arms, glowing in post coital bliss. He holds you as you slide away in that haze between awake and asleep.

Finally fulfilled.