She approached him, pushed him onto the bed, and immediately straddled him, guiding his tool inside her. Her nipples stuck out hard in her excitement. She then closed her eyes and began making alien sounds of passion; grunting and panting. Her lips were pulled back, showing her clinching teeth, while she threw her hips to and fro in a twirling motion. It felt good. She squirmed faster and was really getting set to enjoy it when it was all over. Once again, Sam was spent, and there was still ten minutes remaining. “That’s it!” she blurted disappointingly. “I should charge you more. I got next to nothing out of this pleasure.”
    For a brief moment Sam felt a sudden anger; a killing, murderous anger. Not at her, but at himself for being so weak. He felt less than a man. But hold up, he said to himself, didn’t I warn this harlot about downplaying my performance? She said she got almost nothing out of the pleasure. Now I know what needs to be done. If this Bunny’s going to be boiled, I’m gonna have to turn up the heat. I may be young and still got a lot to learn about seduction, but I have never had a chick downplay my performance. So let me show this Bunny just how much of a dog I could be.
    He jumped out of the bed and snarled, “Chula, on your back! I’m gonna’ eat you like you’ve never been eaten before. I’ve got ten minutes, so rest assure, by the time I’m done with you, I’m gonna’ linger in your mind–and you’re going to remember me for a very long time.” Having said that, he moved into action and began pleasuring her with his mouth. Seven minutes later, her face grimaced as she was rapidly verging her climax. Then, she gritted her teeth and moaned, and forth came her slimy bodily discharge. “Mission accomplished.” Sam said to himself while putting on his clothes.
    As he proceeded to make his way out the den of iniquity, he thought about her expression and the manner she reached her sexual completion, and he grinned a sheepish grin and suddenly felt proud of himself. It was a feeling of machismo.