That’s why the whole ‘two-minute-man’ joke exists.”
“You’re young,” she said, looking back down at me with a smile. I’d gotten myself off three times in a row before. “Hahahaha,” Kayla said, brushing her hair out of her eyes for the third time as she cut a glance over at me. Kayla threw back the remainder of her wine, set the glass on the floor, and leaned forward so our faces were inches apart. “If you want. A lot of guys my age can do that, too. I could feel myself getting close, and I wanted to get off again. That’s why the whole ‘two-minute-man’ joke exists.”
“You’re young,” she said, looking back down at me with a smile. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m a quick learner,” I said. I could see her throat working up and down as she swallowed what I gave her, and I felt a surge of lust coarse through me at the thought of her eating my semen like that. “Did you ever think about me?” I could smell the fruity wine on her breath. The hand that had brushed her hair back slid down her neck and chest, and her fingertips played across the stretched fabric of her shirt in small circles very close to where I could see the vague impression of a stiff nipple.
