The Point of Exhaustion

It bothers me how confused my memories of sex can be.

I remember fucking to the point of exhaustion a few days ago. I remember the way that his cock dragged orgasm after orgasm out of me with the slightest movements, the way his hands on my ass sent me screaming, the way I started to whimper and cry when I felt another coming on. I remember thrusting through this strange crucible, but I can't remember why.

I do remember going to lick my cum off of his cock and him telling me I needed a break. And I remember opening my eyes one last time before passing out and thinking: "hm... shiny penis."

Hey, I was a little slap-happy, ok? (All the puns intended)