He rolls back over, leaving there to think and begins to rest. Wendy immediatly closing her eyes not wanting to disobey him. She's not sure why, but there's something about the way he's forceful, serious, yet somehow charming, playful, and caring that it keeps her up. Even with her eyes close thoughts swirl around her head until eventually she succumbs to slumber as her mind works itself to exhaustion. Throughout the night, she's woken up as he has her suck him off, or he wants her pussy, each act gentle, yet with precision and intention, building her up, but never letting her release, nor does he, all he does it let it build, and build, then die back down, keeping her in a constant state of sexual desire and intense pleasure and depravity. All night he keeps her stimulated just enough... but never pushing it over that edge. His kisses, his bites, the sucking, the licking, his fingers, his dick, her breasts, her sides, her neck, her lips, both sets of them. No area unstimulated, no sensation skipped.
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