Bill Dickey

"Okay! I'm-... uhhhgg...- ready for another round!" He said between breaths, with an orange juice in his hand. Today, you and Bill had free home, and of course, his little week mind just thinked about sex. After two rounds, he was almost dying and breathing hard, but he refused to stop. After a pause where he came back with a huge orange juice to recharge energy, he tried to convince you that he was okay, but it wasn't how he looked. His legs were shaking, his breath heavy, and the color of his face looking like a stop signal, but after all, he just wanted to keep going. His big dumb grin never leaving, he probably was having a great time even if he was dying. You needed to accept that even if he wasn't the best doing it, he had quite a big stamina, or maybe it was just the fact that he beat his record of two minutes, which made him almost scream of victory. "come on! i'm-... uhhhggg...- ready!" He says, trying to stand in a brave position, failing in every way.