Stormy Nights

“Yes, Nick,” she cries out; her pussy clenching my cock as she creams. I flood her with my seed, and I’m just getting started. I want her to remember her punishment for the next time. We spend the next hour playing and loving each other on the edge of the pool.

We get out just as the clouds start to appear. I grab our settee, moving it into the house. Still naked and wet, we sit inside and watch the rain come down.

I wrap her up in my arms and a large blanket that rests on the back of the settee. Kissing her temple, I whisper, “Yes, but you love your stormy nights.”

“Always, Mr. Knight.”

THE END