It was right on the verge when I began to fear for bodily harm when it slowly popped in, and blessed sweet relief coursed through me now that it wasn’t trying to rip my ass apart. There was no control on my end, he was forcing me up and down all to his preference. All the while, I stared at the entrance to the cave as daylight grew brighter and brighter. With my burning lust far outdoing the pain in my jaw from its visitor, I lost myself in that entanglement of limbs and burning loins, eruption after eruption of pleasure I endured, and after 20 I stopped counting how many loads I had in or on me. This newest one seemed to have realized this, and was determined to conquer this hole that had resisted thus far. Leaving my things sitting on the ground, I waded out into the cold current, and wished I had the strength to let myself drown. The pleasure was secondary, I kept telling myself, I just needed to make sure there was no round 3.