“No, one, will, ever, know, except, the, two, of, us,” she said, and with each word she tapped the wet tip of his cock, making it twitch.

“Yes, yes,” he said, begging her. “But please, just, now, please…”

He was babbling now. Ten minutes ago, he had been the image of calm. What was he scared of? Her? Himself?

She knelt over him, her dark bush touching his cock just slightly. She reached down, grazing his cock, past his tight, tight balls, to the spot where it would all begin, and then begin again.