Chapter 155

• And I was.
• My hands gripped Taylor's buttcheeks so hard I may have bruised her. But I used the extra leverage to cram my cock in as deeply as I could while I felt my balls evacuate their load. My ab muscles crunched repeatedly as I fired burst after burst into my wife's cervical cavity, and I swore I could see the little tadpoles racing along in search of that one lonely spot in the darkness.
• When I was done, Taylor moaned and went limp. I flopped out and lay on my back beside her, panting with the exertion. But my cock had only gone halfway down.