Still, her transformation from shrill, bible-beating scold to wanton seductress was astonishing, and he asked her about it Saturday night, after he had gone down on her for the first time. Her orgasms had been enthusiastic enough to have him swelling with male pride, and after she had recovered, she had jumped on his c**k and rode him to a more than satisfying c****x of his own.
“It’s not such a big mystery,” she said, combing his hair back from his eyes. “If all you’ve ever known is shame and guilt and boring, unrewarding s*x, is it any surprise that the first time a man satisfies your s****l needs you decide that maybe a lot of the rest of your beliefs need to be reexamined as well?”
“Well, no,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you, either. I’m no saint. And no super
