ELIAS
After releasing once, my c**k proved to be more monstrous than I thought.
I mean, I knew I was a hunk with a lot of stamina, but goodness, it couldn’t be satisfied with two releases. I needed to take a brief detour to deal with the issue. A cold shower, some harsh breathing, and every ounce of discipline I possessed.
I didn’t want her sensing the kind of chaos she stirred in me.
When I opened the door, I found her sitting at the edge of my bed—wearing the spare clothes I left for her, sleeves too long, pants slightly slipping at her hips. Her hair was still dripping down her back, soaking the collar of the shirt.
She looked so out of place on my bed.
I cleared my throat. “Feeling better?”
She shrugged, fingers combing through her wet hair. “I suppose.”
Water droplets slid
