Adrien
I am tired. And spent. The mind-blowing orgasm I got to experience while Seth was unloading deep in my throat took its toll on me. My eyes are closing against my will even though it is still not even dark outside.
In my half-asleep state I can feel Seth cleaning me up and I can feel him changing me into a pair of his loose sweat pants like I am some kind of a big baby or some s*hit but I don’t have it in me to feel embarrassed about coming in my own pants. Not when the afterglow is so damn satisfactory or while Seth is taking such good care of me.
I am not even mad that he tied me. I am just laying there, letting him do whatever the hell he wants, actually trusting him that he knows better in this regards. I feel… safe. Like for the first time in my life I don’t have to be a resp
