My beloved wife's sweaty bosoms are about to make me pass out. And to think I put them there in the first place...
I'm about to tap, but I'm having a hard time doing even that...
I hear her voice, distant-sounding, even though it's right here...
I'm trying to tap out, struggling not even to win, but just to lose.
But before I can, she is tapping first?
No...
"One..." *smack*
"Two..." *smack*
"Three!" *smack*
She releases me, giggling. She raises her fist in the air, then flexes her muscles, still laughing.
"And the winner is...me! Wow, darling, you are really out of shape! I feel bad, though. Let me give you a consolation prize..."
My young conqueror pulls my speedos down, licking her lips.
"We need to have a rematch sometime," she purrs. "I'll try to go easier on you next time..."
"Thank you, dear," I sigh.
She gets a firm hold of my cock, and begins to lick it ever so gently, a huge contrast to the dominatrix I faced mere seconds before.
My pride is hurt, but if this is losing, who wants to win? |