There was a boy in my bed. He was tired, but I was ready for some action. We had already fucked earlier, but I pride myself on being insatiable.
“Fine, fine,” he relented, “but only if you do all of the work.”
I reached for a condom and handed it to him. He rolled it on his cock.
“Hop on,” he told me.
I climbed on top of him and lowered myself onto his waiting cock. I rode him lazily, until he got more excited. As I ground my clit into his pubic hair, he began slapping my ass. I moaned and groaned until my orgasm broke, and I shuddered around his cock.
Sometime later he came too.
Where’s the funny part, you ask?
Well, as we lay there in our post, post-coital exhaustion, he said to me: “So, when I was spanking you, I accidentally hit my balls. Goddamn that hurt!”
I snorted with laughter and he reluctantly admitted that it was a pretty funny situation.
“I guess it did make me last longer,” he said.