A thank you gift

Mr. Benson was struggling to keep his hands behind his head that he begs me to keep going.

"Fuck! Fuck! Ffffffucccccck!"He kept cursing. I didn't understand why he would curse so much. I glared at him, but he had his eyes closed that he did not see me giving him a black look. I kept going.

"Just like that, baby...Ahhhh." Mister Benson must have thought I was his wife that he even call me baby.

"Don't stop, don't stop..." He begged, hands almost extending to reach out to me just to pull them back again, clenching his fist. Then pulling his hair. Grabbing the sheet. He must have done everything to keep his hands busy and never touch me.