Rye
RyeI"d wanted answers. I got at least one—my hunger for Lauren would never be satisfied. As soon as I"d detonated inside her, I wanted more.
But I could only buy us so much time, according to the attendant. She was directing the ladies to a private bathroom, but eventually someone would catch on.
"We need to go," I murmured in her ear. When I stood up, my legs protested. It felt as if I"d run a marathon. Lauren started to rise too, but I pressed a hand to her lower back. "Hang on. Let me clean us up."
I pulled my condom off my d**k and wondered what to do with the evidence of our dirty deed. Finally I tossed it in the toilet and flushed it down. I plucked a tissue from a handy box on the counter and cleaned the thick cream off her s*x. Her legs were trembling and she was still tryi
