The Best Man

- Thank you.

My voice sounds faint and weak. He sinks back down and lies against me till our breathing calms, and I savour his heavy presence, steadying me as I come back dow to earth. Eventually he helps me to my feet and holds me tightly as my legs threaten to give way. He smells better than ever and I nuzzle into his neck, conscious once more of his superior size.

- You did so well, baby. You took it all.

I feel ridiculously proud. We stand holding each other for what seems like a long time.

- It's late. I guess I should go.

- No. You should stay.

He kisses me long and deeply and my head swims again. I feel his cock hardening against me once more. When I open my eyes he is gazing down at me.

- You've had a big night. The least I can do is give you a big breakfast.

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