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It was a good weekend. That Saturday, we went to the beach, and waited only thirty minutes to get a free spot in the socially-distanced area, where we could take off our masks safely. Back home, I cooked Steph’s favorite dish and we had dinner on the couch, watching a movie that lasted enough to wolf down the ice cream too. Then we went to bed, made love and fell asleep together.

Sunday was another smooth, nice day we enjoyed together from beginning to end. But midnight found me wide awake in bed, eyes on the ceiling, while Steph snored softly by my side. Something like a cold spot in my belly wouldn’t let me sleep.

Even if we hadn’t spent the whole weekend having sex around the clock, I’d did my best to make up to Steph for the lack of action over the last week. We’d indulged in some of our kinky games and she’d been hot and awesome as usual, the best girl I would ever have.

Yet, even though I got it up alright and performed well, every time it took me so long, that Steph would come