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Each one stronger than the last, and he was on a mission. Ten orgasms in 15 minutes, and I was drained. Not all orgasms are equal. Squirting and gushing like a volcano is much different than the quiet, shaking earthquake that rocks my body.
The pressure building in my clit was nearly painful. The soft little bud hardened against my finger. I sobbed and begged, “Please Daddy, please let me cum.” Permission granted and my hips lifted from the bed, my pelvis rocking, my cunt spasming. After each orgasm, aftershocks caused tremors and shakes for long moments. I felt every muscle in my pussy tighten spasmodically.
“Let’s go for number 8, girl.”
“Now 9, babygirl.”
“You’ve got one more in you, right, girl? Number 10.”
Each time the pressure and throbbing became stronger. Each time the waves of pleasure physically lifted me off the bed. Each time, I thought I could take no more. Each time I gasped and panted, spent. Finally, he was done with me.
“You are such a good girl. I knew you had it in you.”
I had no words. My body continued to spasm and quiver, shudder and jolt. I wanted a nap, preferably in his arms, but instead, I looked over at the clock. 5:24 a.m. Time to get ready for the day ahead…