Roni's Delight

The strength in Roni's arms and legs faded and she collapsed flat on the bunk. Chad started to raise his weight off of her, fearing he must be crushing her delicate body.

Her arms shot back up around his neck. "No, don't move yet, please," she begged.

He relaxed, gently allowing his weight to ease back down on top of her. "Ain't I crushing you?" he asked softly.

"If this is what being crushed is like, run over me with a stream roller, I love it," she replied. "Come to think of it, I think you just did that." A quiet moan from her lips filled his ear she was lightly nibbling on.

His spent manhood still gloved in the warmth of her velvety soft tunnel, he turned his body at a slight angle to hers so all his weight wouldn't be directly on her. He pulled a pillow under his head, and together, they drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken moments later by the incessant music of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony screaming from Roni's cell phone.