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glistened with perspiration.  I was dripping.  I rubbed my wet body against hers and whispered in her ear, “Are you ready?  I’m going to fill you with my sperm.”
    She held my head with both hands and nodded, eyes still closed.  I entered her again.  After a couple of slow, gentle strokes to spread her lubrication, I thrust deep into her.  She grunted and squeezed me.  I began slowly stroking her as deeply as I could, as hard as I could.  She began to cry out, softly at first, but louder and louder with each thrust.  Suddenly, she opened her eyes and glanced in the direction of the door.  Her eyes flickered to mine for a moment and then began to search frantically about the bed.  Confused by her apparent alarm, I tried to pause in mid-stroke.  But it was no use.  My balls had taken over.  I was a runaway train.
    Yong’s searching eyes found what they were looking for.  She reached over and snatched a folded towel from the foot of the bed.  She stuffed a corner of the towel in her mouth, closed her eyes again, and pulled at my neck with her free hand as if to urge me on.  The towel muffled her cries as I pounded into her.
    I studied her face, wondering if she were about to climax, or indeed if she already had.  Her eyes were squeezed shut, teardrops glistening in her lashes.  Even in the red light, her face appeared flushed as she continued to moan and squeal into the towel.  It was much too good to be an act.  She surely was in ecstasy.  But I wondered with whom.  Was she fantasizing that I was someone else?  Was she reliving the good times with her husband?
    I wondered what I should do.  Should I try to last a little longer, hoping she would reach an obvious climax?  Or was she finished, just hanging on, wondering when the hell I was going to get it over with?
    I hardly had time to think before my balls rendered the question moot.  They pushed me past the point of no return, transforming me into a mindless barbarian.  I ravished her with savage thrusts.  Then, I drove my penis deep into her and held it there while I flooded her with my semen.  And for a moment, I was fulfilled.  For a moment, I had nothing else to accomplish in life.
    Then my head began to clear.  I realized that Yong’s arms and legs were wrapped around me, gripping me with all her strength, towel still firmly clamped in her mouth.  Orgasm or defense mechanism?  Was she clinging to me in ecstasy, or trying to protect herself from my assault?  I gently pulled the towel from her mouth and touched my nose to hers.  She relaxed.  Suddenly, she was kissing me.  Warmly.  Tenderly.  Deeply.  An aftershock shuddered through me as I pumped another spurt of semen into her.  Then another.
    I nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, “That was wonderful.”
    She took a deep breath and kissed me on my cheek.  “Oh, yes.”
    For a few minutes more, I kept her pinned to the bed as I enjoyed the smell of her hair and the sensation of her nipples against my sweaty chest.  I didn’t want to let go of the moment, and she made no effort to free herself from me.
    When my penis had softened, I slowly pulled myself free from her and rolled onto my back.  She lay there for a minute or so, eyes closed, breathing deeply.  Then she got up and wrapped a towel around herself.  “Wait, I will clean for you,” she said.  She cracked open the door and peered outside.
    In the bright shaft of light from the hallway, she was quite a sight.  No question about what she had been doing.  Eyes sleepy.  Hair in disarray.  Towel wrapped over her breasts, barely covering her pussy.  My semen glistening as it oozed down her inner thigh.  What if she ran into another customer in the hallway?  Or wouldn’t it be a great time for the police to raid the place?
    Yong slipped out the door, leaving it cracked open.  Once again, I feared that someone might see me lying there naked.  But I didn’t want to cover myself with the robe