I cannot for the life of me understand how my boyfriend’s balls can produce so much c**. I am not complaining, god knows I love all the s** and the man certainly knows how to use his c***. S** is many times a week, almost always daily, and more than once a day is common. And still he never seems to c** any less. As an experiment we have spent long weekends literally doing nothing but s** with only brief naps or grabbing something to eat or shower then right back at it and he still never ejaculated any less. We are talking about trying to do something similar for a week. Again not complaining just blows me away that it is such an endless supply every time. We laugh because we are both often what we call s** drunk, just mindless bodies savoring the endless pleasure. My personal favorite is slow stroking and sucking his c*** and balls, and I get what he calls c** drunk always wanting him to feed me more and more. But I have to admit there is something really lovely about his middle of the night or wake up desires. Something special in the way I will wake up in his arms since we usually sleep with him spooning me, and what wakes me up is the feel of him hot and hard pushing between my cheeks, feeling him easing into my a**, barely awake and gasping with the pressure and stretch of him gently pushing in, lifting my leg in his hand as I sleep on my side in his arms and hearing him simply saying he is sorry but he needs to f*** me. That breathless feeling of him slipping deeply into my a**, and then slowly rocking our hips together until his c*** twitches in my a** and I know he is