Rain has been falling steadily all night and the window is dripping when we get up.
“Do you think I could make you cum before one of those drops gets to the bottom of the window?”
I repeat myself. You look at the window, back at me and I can tell the idea is intriguing.
“Maybe? What’s the catch?”
“Catch? No catch. I’ll try my best to do it before one of the drops…drops. You get an O or you don’t.”
“If you can’t?”
“Questioning my abilities?”
“OK,” you say, hesitantly.
“That one,” I say choosing the fastest one.