Let him have a little fun - but not too much

You bite your lip, thinking you owe him for the orgasm he just gave you. You mull it over for a little before saying, "60 seconds."

"What?" he says, not sure he's heard you correctly.

"You can fuck me for 60 seconds. As hard and as fast as you want. If you feel like you are at ALL close to cumming, you have to pull out and cum..." you scan the room, looking for a safe place for his seed. "In the toilet," you finally say, pointing to the porcelain throne.

"I want to cum on you," he says, lust still shining brightly in his eyes.

You do owe him, you think to yourself. "Alright, just nowhere near my crotch; it has to all make it above my belly button, deal?" He nods. "Remember, 60 seconds," you remind him of the original condition.

He responds simply with, "Of course," as he picks up his thrusting and begins increasing his pace. In seconds, he's pummeling you faster than you had ever been able to when you were male. You realize how wet you are as he moves into and out of you, a slickness that you swear wasn't there as he entered you the first time. You seem to have made extra lubrication during your orgasm that's allowing him to slide through you like a hot knife through butter. Over and over and over again.

You allow the pleasure to once again seep into your being, his thrusts overwhelming your pussy as he batters it with his crotch. After a while, you feel the inkling of another orgasm deep in the recesses of your being and realize that you're not even sure how long a minute feels like, much less how much time has already passed. "How long has it been?" you ask him, not even able to come up with an estimate of your own.

"Only like 20 seconds," he says.