A Horny Game Of Truth or Dare (3)
I didn’t know how long we laid there, tangled in the wet sheets, soaked thighs pressed together, breathing like we’d just run a marathon. My heart was still racing. My skin still buzzed.
Crystal’s hand rested on my stomach, her fingers tracing lazy circles. My legs were weak. My clít throbbed. My pússy was swollen and dripping, still pulsing from the aftershocks. I couldn’t think and I could barely speak.
But she wasn’t done with me.
“You good?” she asked softly in a hoarse, f****d-out voice.
My throat felt dry as I nodded. “Yeah… yeah. Just…”
She leaned in and kissed my neck, her breath warm. “You just squirted all over me. You sure you’re good?”
I let out a broken laugh. I could feel my cheeks burning. “I didn’t know I could even do that.”
She
