The bubble wrap theory

Female orgasms are like bubble wrap.  If you were to give me a square of bubble wrap, let's say 50 bubbles wide by 50 bubbles high, the first thing I would do is put it in my hand and squeeze really hard.  Pop pop pop pop pop.  Lots of popping.  I would squeeze harder.  Pop pop pop pop.  More popping.  But eventually, each squeeze yields less and less pops.  This means it's time to change tactics.

The next thing I will do is to twist the square of bubble wrap.  Popopopopopop.  Lots of pops.  More than the first squeeze.  It's an artillery of pops.  Very satisfying.

And so I started fucking this girl.  On her futon.  We were both kind of sitting.  She liked it rough.  I bit, I choked her, and I fucked her hard.  Her skirt was still on, and I grabbed the crotch of her panties and moved them aside.  She came.  It was nice.

From there I got on top of her.  More fucking.  Lots more biting.  She came again.  Also very nice.

Then I told her to get on top of me and fuck me like that.  I wanted to play with her tits and smack her ass while we fucked.  Obediently, we did.  She came again, which was wonderful of course, but I had her change positions.  Instead of being on her knees, I had her squat on top of me.

And woah.

That broke the levee.  I was twisting her bubble wrap.  Cum pours out of her.  I get drenched.  She keeps fucking me and with every down stroke, as her ass hits my body, she is splashing me in the face with cum.  All I can do is continually reach down to my stomach, get my fingers wet, and lick it all up.