Three days of f*****g and I still wasn't done but my woman was. If I kept after her like this she'd walk crooked the rest of her natural life. I slipped out from under the sheet and looked back at her in my bed where she belonged.
Her beautiful hair was spread out on the pillows, her cheek, the one that was turned to me, was a little red from my scruff that I had been trying to keep under control without much luck since we'd been locked away together.
I hadn't had time for anything but her. It was like I'd found my favorite drug and was trying my best to OD on the s**t in one go, addictive.
I looked down at my c**k, which had dried c*m and p***y juice from tip to base because when we'd finally rolled away from each other about three hours ago I was too f*****g done to give her her usual
