More premature ejaculation

Aaron Reigner was not a premature ejaculator. No sir.

“Cumming, ngh.”

Unless it was Cassandra he was fucking. In which, his record over the course of a night was ninety-seven seconds.

The room was quiet except for the sound of skin slapping against skin, breaths sharp and shallow, and the occasional creak of the bed under their weight. Cassandra’s thighs tightened around Aaron’s hips, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him with relentless intensity. Her movements were controlled, deliberate, and fast—too fast for Aaron to keep up. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he tried to match her rhythm, but she was in charge now, and she wasn’t slowing down.

Back arched, tots out, and both her hands squeezing and kneading his ballsack. She really brought the term “baby batter” to life.

“Cass,” he managed to say, grunting, “you’re… you’re going to—”

But Cassandra didn’t care. Her lips curled into that same cute smile, her emerald eyes locked on his as she pressed her boobs flat on his chest. Only her booty was working his cock. From the blessed view, he could see her insane arch.

Of fuck. Oh god.

“It's almost thirty seconds~!” Her hips slammed down harder, forcing his cock deep inside her, and Aaron let out a low, guttural groan. His body tensed, his control slipping with every torturous thrust.

“Fuck, Cass—”

Cassandra giggled, her ass cheeks dropping down hard and fast.

“Quickshot?”

Quickshot indeed. He grabbed a bunch of her ass cheeks, railed his cock deep inside her, caused an ahegao, and nutted. Cassandra could only enjoy the gush of thick he served up every single time. Consistency was one thing. But to cum more and more with every load was asinine. Aaron never lessened, never faltered.

Breasts flat down on her man. Balls pressed fully to his woman.

Paradise.

Cum was leaking out of her pussy, overflowing and bubbling.

“Haaah…”

But you know Cassandra. You know Aaron. They did not stop after one or two loads.

She leaned back, her hands resting on his thighs for balance, and rocked her hips. She was slow and teasing. Smiling and giggling. Cum was still leaking from her cunt to his balls.

Aaron’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the sheets. But it was no use. Ten seconds. Ten fucking seconds. Cassandra’s tight, warm folds were milking him, her relentless pace driving him closer and closer to the edge. “I… I can’t,” Aaron grunted and gasped. “Cass, I’m going to— fuck—”

She blinked rapidly. “Oh?” She leaned forward. Damn tight! “New record?”

New record.

And just like that, he did. With a loud, guttural groan, Aaron’s cock pulsed inside her, his viscous nut flooding her in thick, hot waves. Cassandra’s sharp cry echoed through the room as she felt him cum, her own body shuddering with pleasure as she came with him. When it was over, they were both breathless, their bodies trembling from the aftershocks. So many orgasms, so much effort. Cassandra collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged but a smug smile on her lips. Aaron lay beneath her, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

But her booty was already moving, her lips trailing down his chest. Aaron’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets as her ass grinded and worked his cock.

“Ready for round three?” she whispered, her lips brushing against his lip.

Aaron’s response was a low, guttural groan. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

He lasted forty-seven seconds for that third round.

“Fuuuck!”

A good ol’ American pie.

A hand in her short black hair, Cassandra gave a peace sign and a grin.