With Some Special Words

David and Rachel continued their passionate marathon, fucking for hours on end as they tried to reach the elusive goal of "truly satisfying" her. But no matter how many times they made love, the curse seemed to keep moving the finish line further away.

As the day wore on, both of them grew increasingly exhausted and sore from their non-stop rutting. The chafing had become too painful to ignore, and despite their best efforts, they just couldn't seem to get any closer to meeting the curse's impossible requirements.

Finally, after a quick discussion, David and Rachel decided to throw in the towel for the time being. Frustrated but spent, Rachel slowly stood up on wobbly legs, sliding off David's sore and well-fucked cock that still refused to go down even then.

She stumbled over to the bed and collapsed next to him, laying there in just as much pain from their exertions. "How are we supposed to meet the curse's requirements," Rachel mumbled in frustration, "if it makes them impossible?"

David leaned over with some difficulty, his own body aching from their hours of passion. He kissed Rachel gently on the cheek and said softly: "I don't know... but I love you, and thank you for trying." The sweetness of the moment and satisfying Rachel's desire to be loved was finally enough to finally bring David's cock to rest.

As he spoke those tender words, Rachel pulled him into a bear hug, squeezing him like a stuffed animal as she kissed him back with equal fervor. For a moment, they just held each other, basking in the warmth and intimacy of their shared exhaustion.

Despite the pain and frustration, David couldn't help but smile. He loved Rachel's determination and enthusiasm, even if it had turned out that Rachel just needed him to say "I love you". As he looked into her eyes, he knew that no matter what the curse threw at him next he would want Rachel by his side.