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Her tongue was continuously being squeezed tightly by Becca’s walls during the climax. Krissy simply moaned in delight while above her on the bed, Becca called her name over and over again.

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Krissy pounded the floor. This latest orgasm was really doing a number on her. It had started off by making her lose all motor control, causing her to flop around on the floor like a fish. Now, even though it was subsiding, these aftershocks were so powerful that she couldn’t help hitting the floor with her small fist.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…” she groaned, each “fuck” accompanied by a bang on the floor. Finally, the climax had run its course and she was released from its intensely pleasurable grip. However, she couldn’t move, except to tremble.

How did I end up on the floor?

It took her mind a moment to recall the particular sequence of events which had led to her now being curled up in a ball near her nightstand.

Her standing on the floor at the edge of the bed; her ass in the air; her face pressed against the mattress. Becca behind her, completely owning her with a vibrating strap-on, gripping her hips tightly, using them for leverage as she thrust over and over again into her.

When she had come, it had hit her so hard that her legs had given out and she had ended up dropping to the floor, the strap-on popping out of her, and doing her fish-flopping thing for a while until at last she could only pound the floor…

After a few moments, she felt Becca scoop her up in her arms and lift her entirely off the floor, carrying her to the bed.

“I’m done,” Krissy whispered. “I’m done, baby, I’m done.”

“Shh,” Becca cooed, laying her down on the mattress.

Krissy, her eyes closed, blindly felt for the nearest pillow and then pulled it to her to hug.

She was aware of Becca leaving her to go who knows where. But in a moment, she felt Becca’s hand on her shoulder.

“Lift up, sweetie, and take a drink,” Becca gently encouraged.

Krissy lifted her upper half and opened her eyes. Becca was holding a bottle of water near her lips. With a trembling hand, Krissy reached for it, Becca helping her bring it to her lips for a drink.

Krissy felt depleted and weakened. After taking a couple of sips, she needed to lie back down.

She heard a tearing sound, like a wrapper being opened.

“Babe, eat this,” Becca said.

It was a Clif bar.

Krissy took it and started eating it. Only then did she realize how hungry she was.

She felt the mattress shift as Becca got on it, sitting up with her back against the headboard. She was doing something on her phone.

“We haven’t eaten, sweetie,” she said, still looking at her phone. “And we just expended a lot of energy,” she added with a laugh. “I’m ordering us dinner.”

After swallowing another bite of the Clif bar, her hands still trembling, Krissy asked, “How come you don’t seem as affected as I am?” Really, after all that sex and all those orgasms, she felt as if someone had drained most of the blood out of her body.

Becca shut her phone off and laid down next to her. She started stroking Krissy’s hair while smirking.

“You’re kidding, right?” she asked. “I am a veteran of the United States Army Rangers and a professional firefighter. I am a well-trained, finely-tuned physical specimen who could very well be a demigod. A few hours of intense sex without food is something I can handle.”

Krissy stuck out her tongue.

“Well…I play volleyball,” she retorted.

Becca laughed.

“Yes, you do,” she said. “And I understand you kicked ass yesterday.”

Krissy shrugged.