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We held hands and laughed all the way home in a taxi while our mystified driver glanced frequently in his rearview mirror. The crowds hustling and bustling on the streets of New York, late afternoon felt exciting.
“Everyone is rushing around, going somewhere, Amy.”
“Last few shops before meeting friends for dinner nearby, no doubt.”
“Is that what you would normally be doing?”
“Honestly? No, I’d spend the afternoon reading study materials with a man who didn’t love me.”
“How do you know he didn’t love you?”
“Justin and I had no fire. That joie de vivre was missing, you know… the tiny body language signals confirming all is well between two souls. We did nothing to please one another.”
“We are different, Amy.”
“Yes, we are. Our chemistry is matched, and it seems our characters are as well.”
“I want to please you.”
“As I do you, Victor.”
“We came together to make a baby.”
“And that’s what I want to continue doing.”
Victor’s semen felt creamy inside me but uncomfortable when it gradually seeped out of my pussy, into a gusset far too damp to cope any longer.
“I’m full of your semen.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize; I’m just letting you know. I crave it, and not just for pregnancy. Having something so deeply personal as your semen inside me is a real boost to my morale.”