TRISTAN
Maya was finally falling asleep in my arms.
Her soft, warm body was curled against mine like she was made to fit there. Her head rested on my chest, one arm wrapped around my neck, clinging to me even in her exhausted state.
Her breathing had grown slow and deep, her tear-streaked face peaceful for the first time in hours. I held her tightly with one arm, my fingers gently stroking her bare back in soothing circles.
But I was far from calm.
My c**k was painfully hard, throbbing angrily against the confines of my pants. The taste of her squirt still coated my tongue and lips. The sight of her falling apart- crying, squirting, begging AND soaking the sheets while I finger-f****d her with just one finger, had me on the edge of losing control.
I was still fully dressed in my su
