61. Do you have some problem down there ?

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I'm still gasping from the series of violent orgasms he has given me

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I'm still gasping from the series of violent orgasms he has given me.

Sweat forming profusely all over my body.

How it was so so divine, I close my eyes to relish the feeling when I see him slowly rocking my body to bring me back to the world.

And the thought hits me.

He didn't release

And as usual he didn't think about his own pleasure again

Shall I ask him that

What if he gets embarrassed

I don't want to hurt him with any kind of sensitive question but this time I really want to know the reason

At first, I was too touched by his selflessness, his ability to find joy solely in my pleasure.

But lately, a nagging worry had started to plague my mind.

Is there something really wrong with him? Maybe Some issue down below that makes it difficult or painful for him to become aroused?

I try to push the thoughts away, focusing on the pleasurable sensations he is evoking in me as he kisses a trail down my neck.

But I can't shake the feeling that something is off.

I slowly turn towards him yanking my legs up, him pulling me so closer that our breaths mingle with each other.

" Can I ask you something?" I run my f1ngers over his stubble with are still glistening with my juices.

" Tell me" He lifts me up placing my entire body over his.

" Do you have any problem down there?" I question looking into his eyes, my face deadly serious.

" What?" He raises his brows, an expression of confusion masking his features.

" You can tell me, I promise I won't judge you, it doesn't matter to me even if something is wrong there" I place a soft kiss on his lips rising myself a little over his chest.

I don't want him to feel judged or embarrassed at any cost.

" There means where?" He clenches his jaw, pulling his inner cheeks into his mouth as if trying to control himself from something

" You know what I am talking about" I whisper my lips over his jaw inhaling his rugged scent which makes me more needy.

Night after night, he has lavished me with pleasure, leaving aside his own desires in the quiet, selfless pursuit of my satisfaction.

Although his restraint and self control is admirable, but it has begun to stir a strange worry within me.

" No, I don't know what you are talking about, I want the name" His lips slowly curling into full defined smirk , it looks like he's enjoying himself with my questions.

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