“How does something so simple feel so good?” I asked Nathan a few minutes ago as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my channel.
My mound is bruised and tender so before he entered this morning I asked him to be careful. And careful he was. Long, time stretching strokes took his spear almost completely out of the moist, pink tunnel that hugged it. And then, with great care in it would come again.
“I don’t know,” Nathan said answering my question. “I don’t know.”
I don’t understand why simple penetration yields so much pleasure either. Perhaps there are some mysteries that don’t need an answer.