Oh honey, you're a glutton for wanting more. Honestly, after a prone bone, I don't think I could subject you to another pelvic-altering ride on the sex machine. At that point I'm going to have to just mess with you like a bully.

You're bouncing on it.

Don't worry, I had a part time job as a pear wiggler, you just lay across me and try not to get too bruised in transport.