SIMON
She finally came off her high, and Simon could barely look at himself in the mirror because once again, he had messed up badly.
While Zoey panted and whined, he untied her wrists that were bound to the bedpost before balling the material and slipping it into the pocket of his sweatpants.
“I’m so thirsty.” Zoey whimpered, sitting up straight. He stepped away from the bed before he did something he would never forgive himself for.
While barefoot, he padded to the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Her squirt had dried on his face, causing it to be sticky and itchy. Also, her arousal clung to his beard and mustache.
Turning on the faucet, he washed his hands throughly before he leaning over and running the water down his face. Once the sticky feeling had gone, he w
