Yes, She Is Already Tired…

The rudiments of a plan were still percolating in the mind of mine when Millie **** the issue as she attempts to storm pass me with her suitcase. She had evidently taken a quick short shower that I had missed while thinking and was wearing yoga pants and a cashmere sweater that hung past her small bubble butt.

The view of her lithe and svelte legs pumping began in slow motions seemingly, as she made way up by m. The sight would have been worth a couple months of self-healing. Despite already having sex, my cock was already straining against denim pants.

While hooking my arm around Millie’s, she is spun around and back towards the same thick dark mahogany wood sturdy table that she already knew intimately. “Whaaa!!! No Matt…! Stop…! Not Again…!”

So yes, technically I admit that I was about to **** her again because Millie is truly clear in what she wants. Thus, it was in the vested interest of mine to change her mind. However, her body is already responding to my touch as I see her nipples immediately harden and poke against her cashmere blouse.

Millie’s yoga pants are already down to her knees and stretched unbelievably tight from me kicking her feet out. Letting my penis regain some stamina despite his interest, seemed like the best course. The goal was to overwhelmingly discombobulate her will. Thus, my knees touch the floor and I dive into Millie’s bald muff.

The objective now is to fuck as many orgasms through Millie’s body as possible. That is the only realistic chance to effectively convince her to let me escape the consequences; And hopefully, she will likely encourage me to continue fucking her.

After a few moments, the tensing of muscles in Millie’s thighs, told me that she was already back into the throngs of passion that she had felt about an hour ago.

Inaction would have likely still meant jail time and registration as a sex offender. And the other options that allowed my escape, really failed to be an option for me. Causing physical or emotional pain to Millie was abhorrent to me. One may think this is ironic but there is a difference between 'stress' and 'pain' to me.

Maybe it was the lack of concern for pregnancy from experiencing cunnilingus, that short, circuited Millie's protestation of coital activity. Or perhaps it was simply that an orgasm and shower failed to cool her down from her earlier arousal. In addition, she secretly had a **** fantasy, though even I grasp that the latter is different from experiencing the reality of it.

The abundant lack of an excuse is what has propelled me to this end. The mission of pushing enough pleasure through Millie; to get her to acquiesce to the will of mine. It would likely take the entire weekend’s worth of fucking to accomplish this fully, but I am young and even if I were three times older, she easily could rouse me to the necessary throngs of passion.