Valentine, Part Five
My pussy was impossibly swollen and sore after being fucked with the glass dildo that had been in the freezer. Somehow, it was both numb and tender. Pup and Saltine let me rest a bit while I was coming down from the orgasms and the adrenaline and the associated emotions that come from being railed by a freezing cold hunk of glass.
I was curled up on the bed, Pup smoothing my hair and Saltine rubbing my back. “That was a lot,” I mumbled into the pillow.
“Aw,” Saltine kissed my shoulder blade. “Good a lot? Bad a lot?”
“A lot,” I replied. “I came a lot.”
After I’d finally called a safe word because I had cum so much it had started to hurt, Pup had let me cry on his lap and calm down. It wasn’t a bad cry or a bad pain, it was just intense. It was an intensity I’d really enjoyed – I still to this day touch myself remembering it – but it was still a whole lot. But I liked intense scenes like this, how brave and strong and sexy I felt when I handled them, how good it felt to be praised for managing it.
“Yeah,” Saltine said. “It was funny, you’d get off and whine about how hard I was fucking you and then just get off again a minute later.”
I rolled my eyes and nudged them, “yeah, yeah, I guess you know best.”
Saltine rolled me over and pulled my head up onto their chest. They kissed my forehead. I wanted to fall asleep there, even though it was morning. Somehow, I think Saltine told him to or just of his own volition, Pup got down between their legs, pushed the sheets aside, and started to eat them out.
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