unleashed a tsunami on Erik. She gushed like a sprung leak, drenching his groin in her juices. It wasn’t hard to express her pleasure, albeit in a high shrill voice, which encouraged him to do the same, but through guttural base grunting, chasing her orgasm with his own. Trixie reignited again as he swelled with release and utterly spent them both. She collapsed heavily on his chest, delirious from exhaustion, and more than a little stunned at the turnabout this day had wrought. Not only did Erik come while she detonated, but he provided the heat she needed to detonate in the first place, even as the shower rained down on their bodies. “Tell me something Erik, and this is going to sound horrible, but what’s your last name?” “Brandt.” “Do you know what that means by any chance?” “It means to clear by fire. ” “Of course it does.” Great, Trixie thought, now both of the men in her life were on equal footing .
The End of Firecracker #2
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