It wasn’t long before my doorbell was ringing. And no, that’s not a euphemism for another orgasm, although I did linger over my new toy for a while longer lying in bed, managing to come a couple more time before arising. That was just one of the attributes of my glorious acquisition: I could come again and again without worrying about silly notions like erections and refractory periods.
I had also showered. Under the pulsating spray, I experienced yet another orgasm as I loofahed myself down there; the marriage of a rough sponge and c******s would have had me climbing the tiled walls of my tub enclosure, had they not been as slippery as my now spanking clean pleasure portal.
And who knew the “massage” setting on my showerhead could produce such divine results? What had I done without thi
