He stepped closer to the bed.
His cock moved.
The swing of it — the casual, gravity-obeying arc of the thing as he shifted his weight — brought it level with her chest.
She watched it.
He watched her watching it.
Then he swung.
The slap landed on her left breast.
The flat, heavy, warm 'thwap' of his cock against the full, soft mound of her — the impact making her breast flatten and 'jiggle,' the bounce carrying her flesh sideways and back, the whole soft weight of it responding to the impact with the complete, unhurried honesty of substantial mass following physical law.
She gasped.
Her mouth wide open. Her eyes wider.
The specific, absolute shock of a woman who has just experienced something that has never once occurred to her as a thing that could happen.
"Wh—"
He did it again.
