Chapter 3: Rising Action
John couldn't take his eyes off of Amy as she took another drag of the cigarette, her lips wrapped tightly around the filter. He could see the way her chest rose and fell with each inhale, the smoke lingering in the air like a hazy memory. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants, knowing that soon he would be inside of her, filling her up with everything that he had.
"You look so fucking sexy right now, Amy," John growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Amy smiled coyly, her cheeks flushed from the nicotine.
She stood up from the chair and moved towards John, walking sexily towards him. John's eyes locked onto her, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sight of his beautiful wife walking toward him like that.
" Are you ready to fuck me like I've been craving all night, John?" Amy asked, a seductive tone in her voice.
John's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He could barely contain himself as he took in the sight of his stunning wife.
She wore a sheer black lingerie that left little to his imagination. Her nipples hardened under the thin fabric as she approached him.
"Fuck, Amy, you're so goddamn beautiful," John groaned, his hands reaching out to grab her hips and pull her closer.
She giggled as he held her, grinding her hips into him and feeling his hardness through his pants. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I've missed the way you touch me, how you make me feel."
John growled and captured her lips in a hungry kiss.
His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every inch as his hands roamed her body.
Amy moaned into his mouth, her body melting against him as she felt her own arousal building. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, grinding herself against his hardness.
Amy, I need to ask you a question. How would you feel if we add Samantha in our bdsm lifestyle?
Amy exhaled a cloud of smoke from the cigarette slowly, her eyes reflecting a glimmer of excitement. She licks her lips, her gaze fixated on her husband, John. He had asked her this question many times over the past few weeks, and each time her answer would be a different shade of hesitation, fear, and curiosity.
John smirks and nods, his eyes burning with desire. He slides a cigar between his lips and slowly lights it, the scent of his expensive Cuban cigar adding to the erotic ambiance of the dimly lit sex room.
Samantha watched as her mother took another deep drag of her cigarette, her body swaying back and forth with the rhythm of the music that played softly in the background.
Her heart raced as her father walked towards her, his eyes burning with desire. He stroked her arm gently, caressing her skin as he came to stand beside her.
Amy broke free from her reverie and turned to face her husband. She took a final drag on her cigarette, letting the smoke trail behind her as she blew it out.
John's eyes followed the smoke, tracing its path to where it finally dissipated into the air.
"You look good, Amy," he said, his voice low and gravelly, almost a growl.
"I feel good, John," she replied, her voice matching his tone. John stepped forward, his confidence apparent as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him.
"Ready to feel even better, baby?" he asked, his hand sliding up her thigh under her miniskirt.
"Fuck yeah, baby," she purred, squirming beneath him as he trailed his hand towards the Virginian Dare, now resting between her thighs.
He let out a low chuckle as she clenched around his fingers, her pussy twitching and moistening as he began to tease her.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he said, his voice dripping with filthy pleasure.
"God fucking yes, daddy.
I love the way you touch me and make me feel," Amy moaned, her voice low and sultry.
John smirked at her response, his mind racing with the possibility of adding their daughter Samantha into their BDSM lifestyle.
"Well, baby, what if we added another element to our dynamic? Someone who’s a little more... innocent," he said, his eyes twinkling with desire.
Amy's breath hitched in her throat at John's words.
She knew exactly what he was suggesting, but the idea still made her mind reel with excitement and trepidation.
"Add Samantha to our... dynamic?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
John nodded, taking another puff of his cigar as he watched her carefully.
"Yes, baby," he said, his voice deep and deliberate. "What do you think about it?"
Amy took a deep breath, the nicotine from her cigarette and the aroma of John's cigar swirling around them in a heady mix.
She could feel her heart beating faster as she let the idea percolate in her mind. Would she be able to share her most intimate moments with their grown-up daughter? And would Samantha be open to this kind of relationship with her parents?
"But she's our daughter, John," Amy said, her voice still trembling with uncertainty.
John leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I know, baby. But I trust her, and I think she's ready for this kind of depth in our relationship.
I think it's time we show her what she's been missing all this time," John continued, his voice low and commanding.
Amy's breath hitched in her throat as John began to undress her. She watched him take off his shirt, revealing his toned and muscular chest. He looked so fucking sexy, she couldn't help but feel a tremor of desire run through her body.
"Fuck, John, you know how much I love it when you take charge," Amy murmured, her eyes glazing over with desire.
Those words were all the confirmation John needed. He continued to touch her body, lingering on each and every curve. She was his to explore, his to please. Fuck, he loved this woman more than anything in the world.
He reached down and slid her panties off, tossing them aside as he spread her thighs wide.
"Such a gorgeous, wet cunt," John growled, his eyes burning with an intense need that she knew all too well.
He began to rub her clit, teasing her as he knew she loved it. She moaned loudly, her back arching as he played her body like a fiddle.
"You like that, don't you?" He asked her wickedly, his fingers moving faster and faster.
"Fuck yes, " she cried out, her hips bucking upward towards him.
He chuckled, pleased with himself. And then, just as suddenly as he started, he withdrew his hand.
He orders Amy to lay on the bed. Samantha, go sit on your mothers face so she can eat you out. I wanna watch you two play for a bit.
Amy's heart was racing. She knew Samantha and John's relationship had always been closer than most, but she never thought it would come to this. Yet, as she looked into John's eyes, she saw the burning desire that mirrored her own. She took one last drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray.
"Okay," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
John grinned and gently pushed Samantha towards the bed. "Go on, Samantha.
Sit on your mother's face," John instructed, his voice low and husky as he guided his daughter to the bed.
Samantha hesitated, looking nervously at her father and mother. She could see the desire in both of their eyes, and it made her somehow both excited and apprehensive. But before she could ask any questions or make any protests, she felt John's strong hand on her lower back, pushing her gently towards Amy.
Amy, for her part, was lying on the bed, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation as she watched John guide Samantha towards her.
"Go on, Samantha," John urged her again, his voice low and commanding. "It's your turn to feel the kind of pleasure that only your mother can give you."
Samantha felt a rush of heat flood her body as her father's words sunk in. She couldn't believe what was happening, but as she looked down at her mother's eager face, she knew that she wanted this.
She wanted to feel her mother's tongue on her clit, to feel that familiar warmth and wetness that she had always craved. And as she slowly lowered herself down onto her mother's face, she could feel a shiver of pleasure run down her spine.
Amy's tongue flicked out, tasting her daughter's juices for the first time. She moaned, savoring the sweetness of Samantha's pussy as she began to explore every inch of her daughter's most intimate places.
She could feel herself getting even wetter as she began to realize just how much she enjoyed pleasuring her own daughter. And it wasn't long before her fingers found their way inside Samantha's slick channel, drawing a loud, guttural moan from her lips.
"God, mother! That feels so fucking good!" Samantha cried out, her body trembling with pleasure as Amy's fingers delved deeper and deeper inside her.
John watched with pride as he saw how much his wife and daughter were enjoying themselves, his own cock aching to be touched and teased.
He stood tall, his eyes scanning them both, absorbing the image of his woman fulfilling the needs of his daughter.
Taking the opportunity, he began to remove his pants, his muscled chest sparkling with sweat as he unzipped his jeans, exposing the rigid length of his erection. He stepped out of his pants and boxers, revealing his straining member, and approaching the bed where his woman and daughter lay writhing in pleasure.
"Such a good little slut, Amy," John groaned as he watched her lap at their daughter's clit with pure relish. "I'm so goddamn hard right now."
Amy moaned around Samantha's clit, her tongue flicking faster as John approached the bed, climbing on the mattress and handed Samantha a lit cigarette. In order to earn your orgasm you must smoke 2 cigarette. Then and only then you can orgasm. Amy do your best to edge her pussy till she is done with her task ” John ordered, his mouth pressed into a firm line as he towered over the two women on the bed.
Amy nodded, excited by the challenge. She slid her fingers out of Samantha’s wet pussy, before placing the cigarette between Samantha’s trembling lips. She took a drag, her eyes flickering up to meet John’s, before blowing out a stream of smoke.
Amy continued to lap at Samantha's clit, teasing and tormenting her in the best way possible.
Her tongue danced and weaved, one moment whispering soft kisses on her sensitive flesh, the next delving deep within her damp folds. Amy's fingers plunged in and out of her daughter's slick channel, hitting her G-spot just right to make her gasp and moan with pleasure.
Samantha could feel the edge growing closer and closer, her whole body tension up as Amy's skilled tongue and fingers paid her the attention she'd been craving for so long.
"God, mom, I'm gonna come," Samantha moaned, her fingers digging into John's shoulder as she fought the urge to orgasm.
"Not yet, baby," John's voice was firm, but gentle as he took a drag of his own cigarette and blew the smoke in Samantha's face. "You still have one more to go."
Samantha's eyes widened as the taste of nicotine mixed with her mother's wetness on her lips.
She was trembling now, her body shaking from the onslaught of pleasure.
Amy moaned even louder, her movement slowing but not stopping as she drugged her daughter with the sweet poison of nicotine. Samantha struggled to focus, her mind clouded by the haze of the drug and the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through her body.
John stood watching, his harsh breaths betraying the intensity of his desire.
Samantha finishes her first cigarette and lights another. Her body burning with the need to orgasm , she takes deep drags, the nicotine coursing through her veins. Amy continues to lick and tease her clit, her fingers plunging deeper into Samantha's wet folds.
"God, mom, I'm so fucking close," Samantha moans, her nails digging into John's shoulder. He grins and takes another drag of his own cigarette, the smoke mingling with her moans as he blows it into her face.
"Not yet, baby," he whispers, his voice low and commanding.
"Wait for it. Wait for your orgasm."
Samantha watches as her mother takes another puff of the cigarette. The light grey ash hanging precariously on the end of it, threatens to fall at any moment. John tilts his head to the side, his eyes hooded, taking in the scene before him.
He steps closer to the bed, his massive hands gripping the leather restraints tied around the bedposts. He takes off his shirt, revealing his muscled torso. The room is suddenly filled with a mixture of filthy language and soft moans.
Samantha puffing on the cigarette. Smoke and moans coming from her mouth. Fuck dad, I need to cum so bad. Please let me cum. Your almost done with that smoke. Finish it first.
John's voice was stern, and Samantha whimpered at his command. She took another deep drag of her cigarette, her chest heaving with excitement. She was so close, but she knew better than to disobey him.
With each drag she took, Amy's tongue worked harder, teasing Samantha's clit until she was gasping and writhing in ecstasy. Her fingers never stopped moving, plunging deeper and deeper into Samantha's pussy as she twisted them in a way that made her moan in pleasure.
Samantha's breathing hitched as the nicotine from her last cigarette finally left her system, and she was free to finally cum.
"Please, daddy, let me cum," she pleaded, and John's eyes never left her face for a moment as he gave Amy a nod.
Amy's lips wrapped around Samantha's clit, sucking and teasing it until finally, Samantha arched her back and screamed as the most intense orgasm of her life coursed through her.
John watched in awe as his daughter's body shook and trembled, her muscles clenching and unclenching as Amy's tongue continued to swirl and taunt her swollen clit.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Samantha chanted, her voice hoarse with pleasure as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
John felt his own cock throbbing with need, his balls aching as he watched the two women before him.
He wanted nothing more than to plunge himself deep into Samantha's tight, virgin pussy, to feel the heat and wetness of her surround him as he fucked her hard and fast.
But he knew he had to wait, had to let Amy enjoy her moment of pure bliss as she basked in the afterglow of Samantha's orgasm. And so he did, standing still and watchful as Amy pulled back and looked up at Samantha with a sated and satisfied expression.
"Are you ready for more, my dear?" Amy asked, her voice huskier than before as she licked her lips.
John couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as he heard the erotic tone of her voice, and the sight of Samantha gasping for breath only heightened his arousal.
He stepped forward, his erect cock now at eye-level with Samantha's face. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, swallowing hard and nodding her head in anticipation.
"Good girl," he groaned, before reaching down and taking her hair into his hand, pulling lightly on his grip. He guided her closer to his cock, letting her see the full length of him.
"Open your mouth, baby girl," he demanded, his voice filled with desire and need.
She did as she was told, parting her lips just enough for John to push himself inside of her. He let out a low growl as she took him in, feeling the warmth of her mouth enveloping him.
He could feel her hot tongue playing with his head, licking and teasing the head of his cock before taking him deeper.
"God, that feels fucking amazing," he moaned, his hands gripping the bedspread as he surrendered himself to her skilled mouth.
Samantha's eyes were intense, locked on John's as she bobbed her head up and down on his fuck pole, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her breasts bounced up and down with each motion, her nipples invitingly hard and erect.
John reached out and lightly pinched one, relishing in her gasp. She moaned around his cock, sending vibrations coursing through his body like wildfire. John couldn't help but thrust himself deeper and harder into her mouth.
Amy reached out and gently touched herself, the sight of her own hand between her thighs only driving her on further. She was so fucking wet, her pussy dripping with desire. Samantha’s moans vibrated through John’s shaft, his balls tightening as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.
He gripped her hair tighter, guiding her rhythm as his thrusts became more erratic and urgent.
“Fuck, yes,” John groaned as he began to lose control. “Take it all, baby.”
Amy, watching from the edge of the bed, couldn’t tear her eyes away. She watched as her daughter sucked him off, taking him deeper and faster. Her fingers now buried deep inside herself as she pleasured herself, lost in the erotic display that was unfolding before her.
John leaned down and roughly pulled Samantha off of his cock, a string of saliva connecting their mouths for a brief moment before breaking.
“Enough, I need to be inside you now,” John growled, his eyes glazed with lust.
Samantha looked up at him, her lips swollen and her eyes hooded. She nodded eagerly, ready to take him inside of her.
John positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock for a moment before he thrust himself deep inside of her.
Samantha cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he filled her tight pussy.
"Oh fuck, you're so goddamn tight," John moaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he plunged in and out of Samantha's pussy.
The smell of sex filled the room, a heady mix of sweat and sweat and lust. Amy watched from the edge of the bed, her own pussy still aching for release as she took in the scene before her.
"Fuck, yeah, John. You're so fucking deep and thick inside of me," Samantha moaned, her nails digging into John's shoulder blades as he thrust into her relentlessly.
Amy's own breath hitched in her throat as she heard her daughter's words, the filthy language only heightening the atmosphere of their secret lair as John continued to fuck Samantha with a feverish intensity.
John's hips piston rhythmically between Samantha's spread legs, his hard, thick cock filling her completely with each thrust. The slick sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the room as her breasts bounced wildly in response to his hard fucking.
Amy's fingers crept lower and lower down her body as she watched them, finally slipping between her own slick folds to massage her throbbing clit. Her fingers moved back and forth, up and down, the sensation already building up inside her, threatening to overwhelm and consume her.
John watched as Amy's fingers moved rhythmically, adding fuel to the growing inferno burning between them.
"Fuck, yes, baby," he moaned, his hips moving faster as Samantha's pussy clenched around his cock in response. "You feel just. Fucking. Incredible."
Samantha's legs tightened around John's waist, pulling him deeper inside her with each brutal thrust.
John wants to see how Samantha does with choking during sex. He wonders if she will like it like her mother does. He puts his hands around her throat, light at first but with each thrust of his cock his hands slowly gets tighter around her neck.
As he squeezes he can feel Samantha's pussy clench around him, her body responding to this new experience with an intensity that he hasn't felt in a long time.
"Do you like that, baby?" John growled above her, his hips moving in a bruising rhythm as he thrusts into her, his grip in her throat tightening.
"Yes, daddy!" Samantha panted back, her hands gripping his biceps as she pulled him closer to her.
"Yes, Daddy, I love it when you choke me." Her words were barely above a whisper, but they excited John all the same.
He could feel himself getting even harder inside her, the constriction of her throat sending waves of pleasure straight to his cock. He squeezed tighter, feeling her pussy clench around him as she moaned in response.
Amy's fingers were moving frantically now, her hips bucking upwards as she fucked herself faster and faster. She could feel her own orgasm building inside her, threatening to spill over at any moment.
"Yes, Daddy, choke this slut. He grips her neck harder. Samantha is barely able to breath now.
Her eyes begin to water as John squeezes tighter and tighter around her neck. She can feel her orgasm building up, the pressure inside her being unbearable. Her body trembles with pleasure as he thrust himself deeper into her.
She can feel herself getting dizzy starting to black out from the lack of oxygen , and the feel of his strong hand choking her, her body is on the brink of release.
Her pussy spasmed around his thick, erect cock as she cums as she blacks out.
Her vision fading to black as her orgasm tears through her, she feels herself slipping away.
John immediately releases his grip from around her neck, concern etched into his face as he quickly pulls out of her. Leaning down, he gently slaps her cheeks, calling out her name.
Samantha's eyes flutter open, a small smile gracing her lips as she looks up at him. She takes a deep ragged breath, still trying to catch her breath as she reaches out to touch his face.
"Thank you, Daddy.
I needed that," Samantha whispered, a small smile still playing on her lips.
John let out a sigh of relief, the fear and worry that had swept through him now dissipating as he saw that she was okay.
Amy, who had been watching the scene unfold, let out a soft moan as she continued to rub her clit. She was so turned on by what she had just witnessed, her arousal reaching a fever pitch as she watched her husband and daughter.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from the erotic scene unfolding before her.
Amy's body was trembling with need, the desire to touch herself too much to ignore. She spread her legs wider, slipping her fingers back between her wet folds as she resumed her frantic rubbing. She thought about what it would feel like to have John's cock inside of her, to have him filling her up the way she craved. She imagined the way it would feel to be choked, the mix of pain and pleasure that was such a heady rush.
Amy realized how much she wanted to experience it, her fingers moving faster as the thought sent tingles down her spine.
John's eyes were fixated on the motion of Amy's hand between her legs, his own cock twitching at the sight of her arousal. Unable to resist, he crawled towards his wife, his hands reaching out to caress her breasts.
Amy sighed, her hips bucking forward in response to John's touch.
She wanted him inside of her just as much as Samantha did, her body craving him in a way that was almost desperate.
"Fuck, John," she groaned as he pinched her nipple, pulling and twisting it between his fingers. "I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up like you always do."
John grinned, kneeling between Amy's legs as he reached for the cigarette lighting it and handing it to her.
"There you go, woman," he said, dirtying the air with his filthy words as he watched her take a dirty draw from the cigarette, her eyes flashing with desire.
Amy took a deep drag, the cigarette held tantalizingly close to her bare breasts. The smoke wafted, tickling her nipples.
John's eyes dropped to her breasts once more, watching as they rose and fell with each ragged breath she took. Smoking as she played with her pussy.
Amy collapsed on the bed, her legs laying wide, showing off her glistening cunt to John and Samantha. John positioned himself behind his wife, reaching out to grab her hips.
"Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this," John murmured, running his fingers down her soft skin and cupping her ass.
Amy moaned, her eyes closing as she felt him take control of her body. She thrust her hips back, meeting him halfway as he inserted his cock deep inside her.
"Oh, fuck, John," she whispered, feeling his thickness fill her up.
"Yes, yes. Just like that. Harder."
With a growl, John obliged, his hips pistoning harder and faster as he fucked Amy from behind. Sweat dripped down his chest, dotting her back in tiny droplets as the room around them filled with the filthy language of pleasure-filled moans and slapping skin.
From her spot at the edge of the bed, Samantha watched them intently, the sight of her parents fucking sending waves of arousal through her.
She could feel her own pussy getting wetter, her clit swelling with the need to be touched. She reached down, her fingers finding their way back to her slick folds as she began to play with herself, her fingers sliding in and out with ease as she watched her mother take John's thick cock.
John's hand gripped Amy's hip, pulling her back against him as he thrust into her hard. Amy cried out in pleasure, pushing back against him as she met each and every thrust.
The room echoed with the sound of their bodies coming together, their skin slapping together as John fucked her relentlessly.
“Yes, John!” Amy screamed. “Just like that! You feel so fucking good inside me, baby!”
Samantha continued to stroke herself as she watched them, her fingers moving faster and faster as she matched their rhythm. She could feel her own orgasm building inside of her, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment.
John leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed as he powered into Amy. You want choked out too? John asked. His lips close to her ear as he thrusts his hips harder into Amy. She moans, her hips bucking back to meet his every stroke, desperate for the release that was building between them.
"Yes, John. Yes! I want you to choke me too!" She answers, arching her back and meeting him thrust for thrust.
John's grip on her throat tightened just enough to make it hard for her to breathe, and yet she begged for more. She clawed at the bed sheets as her desire grew to almost unbearable levels.
If that's what Amy wants that's what she's going to get. He squeezes her throat even tighter.
Amy gasps for air, her vision blurring as the lack of oxygen takes hold. Her body trembles, and the pressure inside of her builds. She feels every nerve ending on fire, her body so wound up and ready to burst.
"Fuck, John. I'm going to fucking cum," Amy moans, gripping the bed sheets tightly as she fights back the urge to pass out.
John now has her airway blocked as he pounds her pussy. Her orgasm hits her in a wave of pleasure but she's unable to make a sound . Her body quakes as she comes in that euphoric state of mindless pleasure.
John feels her pussy contracting around his cock and he thrusts harder. He's lost in the pleasure of taking her over the edge, consumed by the moment of power and control he has over her. He feels his own orgasm approaching. He continues to choke her. Not letting up one bit till he blows his load deep inside her.
Amy is almost lifeless as he pounds away. He looks up and sees Samantha watching them as she smokes a cigarette.
The sight of her watching her mother get choked while getting fucked by him is a huge turn-on. Samantha's eyes are filled with lust. She takes a long drag filling her lungs with smoke and says finish her. Choke her out like you did me.
Finish her off," Samantha demanded, her eyes locked on John's as she took another drag of the cigarette.
John didn't hesitate. He gripped Amy's throat even tighter, feeling her body stiffen as the lack of oxygen once again took hold. Her legs kicked out involuntarily, her body bucking beneath him as he continued to pound into her.
"Fuck, John! Just like that!" Amy managed to gasp out, her words barely audible as she struggled to breathe.
Her face was turning a deep shade of red, her eyes bulging as John's grip tightened. He could feel Amy's pussy contracting around his cock, gripping him tightly as she came for what felt like the hundredth time.
Samantha watched with rapt attention, her own arousal peaking as she took another drag of her cigarette. The room was filled with filthy language and obscenities, and Samantha couldn't help but feel her body responding to each and every one.
She watched as John's hand tightened even further around Amy's throat, her mother's face now a deep shade of purple as she struggled to breathe.
But even as her body begged for oxygen, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She was so turned on, her clit throbbing with need as she watched John take her mother to the brink of unconsciousness.
"Yes, John," Samantha whispered to herself, taking another drag of her cigarette as she watched him fuck her mother's pussy. "Do it, choke that fucking slut.
She loves every fucking moment of it," Samantha whispered to John, her own voice barely audible in the heat of the moment.
Amy was lost to the waves of ecstasy that washed over her, her body trembling beneath John's touch as she felt herself being choked out once again. She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock as her orgasm approached, every nerve ending in her body firing with a pleasure she had never known before.
"Fuck, yeah," John groaned, his hips moving faster as he pounded into Amy's pussy. His grip tightens making her unable to breathe. She slowly goes limp as he still fucks her. Not giving up till he finishes.
Choking Amy out and filling her pussy complete with his cum. The room filled with deafening moans and gasps. John buried his face in Amy's neck and let go of his load deep inside her. He groaned in her ear as he emptied himself, feeling her clenching around him before finally collapsing to the side.
He notices she is still fully out. Unconscious from the choking. He grabs her nipple and gives it a twist. The pain sends a jolt through her body and suddenly she gasps for air.
Her eyes flicker open as John twists her nipple tightly.
"W-what the fuck?" She mumbles, barely conscious.
John smirks at her, his face flushed and sweaty.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, darling." He replies, casually twisting her hardened nipple again.
She groans in pain, trying to push him away, but failing as her arms are too weak to do much.
John leans in, whispering in her ear, "I hope you're ready for round two.