16: Ramsy.

I stare out the window of my study to the cliffs beyond. Early evening has turned the sky into an orange fire bomb, gulls swooping and calling to each other, their silhouettes outlined by the fading sun. but I'm seeing none of it. No, I'm captivated by Julia's reflection. She sits behind me, sprawled out in a mountain of pillows in front of a roaring fire, reading to her brother. Every minute or so, she yawns adorably and loses her place. It's no wonder the girl is exhausted. I've gone down on her five glorious times today.

Each time, her orgasm has been more explosive than the previous one. Her inhibitions are long gone. Where at first she was almost afraid of the pleasure, now she goes after it. Her breathy little hiccupping sounds have taken up permanent residence in my head. My tongue is sore from the amount of licking I've done today—and I've never been more fulfilled in my life.

Nor have I ever needed to fuck so bad.

My balls are so heavy with unspent seed, they might as well be