He heard her gasp. He tried again and it seemed to be less painful. A few more strokes and the pain seem to have ended. Then she started to moan a lit...le and she started fucking back in time to his rhythm. They started fucking harder and harder and she moaned more and more.Finally, she starting yelling “fuck me Daddy, fuck me Daddy” and her body erupted in a cum.He loved the expression on her face as she came. He slowed his rhythm and gave her time to recover. Finally she seemed ready. “Did you. ” (I wonder if it’s related to the twenty minutes that every pissed-off customer has been waiting. You can’t even call them on it and say, “I clocked on seven minutes ago and you walked in after,” because it’ll just prolong the argument.)She took out her phone and sent a text, then put on her sunglasses. She thought a second, then stepped into the bedroom, where Julie was still getting ready.“I need a hat.” Helen said to her. “This is a hat moment, too. Ah! Were you planning to use this one?”. Closing her eyesfast as she tries to assimilate this into her head, thoughts swirling, tryingto remember the past night, having no concept of the time, or how long shelay on the smooth floor sleeping, if that is what it was she had been doing. Slowly the past few days coming back to her, herbreath catching in her chest, the sound loud in the thick silence of the blackroom, keeping her eyes closed tightly, somehow strangely comforted by the feelingof them shut, moving to curl onto her side and. Shreya: Will you be comfortable on the couch?Me: I don’t know, but I’ll manage.Shreya: No need, you can sleep here.Me: You sure?Shreya: Yes, unless you don’t want to, of course.Me: Why would I not want to sleep beside a beautiful girl like you?Shreya: Oh! So you think I’m beautiful?Me: Not just beautiful, you are hot as well.Shreya: Ahem! Thanks.Me: So don’t blame me if something pokes you at night.Shreya: Are you hitting on me?Me: Why, can’t I?Shreya: Depends.Me: On what?Shreya: On where it.