Chapter 63

John was a horny man. A fairly obvious statement. John tried to be a moral man. He had suffered too much at the hands of people who took whatever they wanted to become like them. Whether he succeeded in that was up for debate. A philosophical question he was not in the state of mind to have.

His dick felt like a banana coated in honey. For twenty minutes he and Rave had been making out and for twenty minutes they had kept their hands mostly to themselves. Well, Rave had kept her hands mostly to herself. John was appreciating every nook and cranny of her body. Her little gasps and loud moans were too enticing not to coax them from her repeatedly.

"I am done, Master."