I leaned back. Let her work. My hand found her head — not forcing, just resting, the fingers in her wet hair. The pleasure was different from the pussy — the mouth was warmer, wetter, the tongue more agile. And the sight — her brown hair in the water, her lips stretched around my cock, her eyes closed in concentration — was worth the points it was generating.
[ Oral (Quintuplet — bath) — 150 pts ]
I pulled her off. Lifted her. Carried her back to the bedroom. Dropped her on the bed — on her chest, her breasts mashing against the sheets, her ass raised, her pussy — swollen, red, still leaking — presented.
I positioned my cock. Not at her pussy. At her anal.
She trembled. "I am exhausted. Please — no more."
"Just once," I said, and my voice was warm, cajoling. "I want to test it."
"No — stop — that is not for — that is not for sex—"
