“I love you, Will,” she breathed, dropping a kiss onto his forehead, gently running her fingers through his hair.
“I know.” He lifted his head enough to smile up at her. “And if you’re still frustrated, I can get you a drink now. But I’m sure that orgasm helped deal with your frustration. Though too much alcohol can lead to premature ejaculation and something worse than that -- hair loss.”
Shelby rolled her eyes at the earnest look on her lover’s face, and wondered where his brain cells had gone, before she reminded herself that brain mass wasn’t everything. Especially when you were packing a twelve-inch cock.
Case #10853, When Irish Eyes are Dying, closed!
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