Lisa Graham
“Ah, we should stop.” I didn’t know how many times Greg had made love to me that afternoon, as if his stamina was endless and he never got tired. He asked me to try different positions, even though I was too exhausted to keep going.
Our bodies were drenched in sweat, and our breathing was heavy. Even my hands and legs were trembling. Not only that, but used condoms were scattered on the floor.
“Greg, please,” I begged. At that point, even my v****a felt numb, and my n*****s were sore. I had asked Greg not to bite my n*****s, but he ignored my warning.
It was a mess. I hoped that day’s madness wouldn’t cause me any problems, because if Chris saw the red marks on my breasts, he would bombard me with questions.
“Just a little longer,” he replied. His p***s continued to move b
