Better Question: How much more can I offer?

I swallowed hard. I had a feeling she wasn't going to take no for an answer. The first time I came was exhausting enough...now I've blown twice and Gaz still wanted more. What had I unleashed? Last time she could barely handle a single go without passing out for hours.

My expression must have given away my concern. Her grin turned into a pout. "Oh, c'mon, John," she whined. "Just one more...I know you can do it!" Well, at least she wasn't angry. She bounced on my lap a couple times, as if trying to kick start a motor. My dick stirred, but that was about it.

I offered a nervous smile. "Sorry, Gaz. The spirit is willing but...well, the tank is empty," I half joked. With a groan of disappointment, Gaz flopped forward, her generous bust cushioning her impact onto my chest. Her chin just barely reached my shoulder. "I didn't realize your...uh...condition...was getting worse..."

Gaz pushed herself up slightly so she could look at my face. "You think that's what this is about?" she asked, sounding almost hurt. "I just didn't want this to end..." ...this would probably be a lot more touching if she didn't still have that damn nose plug. Looking past her raised head, I could see her "tail" still poking out. Still, it was clear it hadn't been her "hunger" driving her just then.

Now she was clearly upset. Not angry...more like depressed. I felt kind of bad. I had to give it a try. One more round for her sake. Just...had...to...focus...