Kimbra

My knees buckle and elbows lose tension as I fall forward, face-first toward the couch. It’s Duncan’s strong arms that save me from kissing the leather as my body continues to ride out the wave of my second orgasm. That was amazing. No, better than that. Duncan is better than any man. Better than every man, I imagine.

It's not like I've fucked hundreds, not like I have a lot to compare him to; nevertheless, against my short backlist, Duncan comes out way on top. ...