Amanda
I stayed on the bed, trying to remember how to do something as simple as breathing. I still had my plan, but my brain was nothing but fog. I was sore, aching in spots I never knew I had, and on top of that, the vibrator stuck inside of me, and the ones attached to my n*****s still merrily buzzed along.
Zale peeled away from me first, going to the restroom and running the water inside. Bo stroked my hair in soft long pets. "You did a good job," he praised. "Tell me, Amanda, did you come enough? Or do you need more right now? Nothing is hotter than a woman dripping wet."
I trembled at the thought. I'd come so many times that I could barely remember my name at this point. My p***y throbbed as their combined c*m leaked out of me. Hell, I hadn't even known it was possible for
