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We had a good time.
Yes, I liked spanking and bondage, but I'd always cared more about my partner's wellbeing and feelings than stroking my ego.
Blotchy skin, hair that looked like I'd been sleeping in a bush not on my bed, and my nose was so red, I was surprised it wasn't signaling Santa.
On one knee.
I was able to hold out until I felt him tense up and break away to yell my name before I joined him in release. Then I was mewling, trembling in his arms.
He fell behind me on the bed, quickly pulling our bodies back together.
It was like a job fair, except instead of various employers, each station was set up with one of the possible areas of study you could get a degree in.
" I sighed and frowned at Dirk. "I appreciate your apology.