And after a long hike and a massage and breakfast, doesn’t it just make sense to go back to bed, slumber and snuggle?
“I seem to keep you perpetually hard.”
“Guilty as charged,” I reply, kissing her neck, then going across to her shoulder.
“You, or me?” she laughs. She has her palm full of erection, and her fingernails are scratching at my scrotum.
“You,” I clarify. “You’re the one who’s ‘guilty’.”
“Can’t help it, it seems.”