The bedroom smelled like ruin.
Sweat, musk, bleach-sharp c*m, and the faint ghost of Mom’s jasmine perfume still clinging to the pillows like a dying accusation. The sheets were beyond saving—dark wet patches everywhere, cooling and sticky, marked with the evidence of how many times he’d already emptied inside me.
Derek hadn’t softened completely.
Even half-flaccid he was still obscenely thick, keeping my rim stretched thin and shiny, a constant low burn of fullness. Every slow breath I took made the head shift minutely inside, nudging against swollen walls already rubbed raw.
He rolled his hips in a slow, lazy grind. Not f*****g. Not yet. Just… reminding.
A thick bubble of c*m gurgled out around his shaft and slid down to coat his balls, then dripped in a long, viscous string onto th
