SOLAYNE
It was possible I wasn't the only one who was getting addicted to someone's body.
Either Marshall's libido was f*****g high, or he was starting to enjoy my body a little too much.
On Thursday morning, he'd just finished f*****g me over the kitchen counter and the couch and was fixing his belt while he watched me still trying to gather my strength on the couch.
"My body needs a break from you," I joked.
"Then it's better it takes one before I get back," he answered calmly and I laughed.
Well, the s*x had been pretty great. It had long been clear why the ladies kept coming back. In our world, men who f****d like Marshall could be counted on one hand.
"Do you really have to go get it now?" I asked, absentmindedly touching my bare skin which still had his c*m on it.
Somehow, th
