Melissa
The sun is rising through the crack in the drapes as Alexander Henley comes in my ass for the final time this evening.
I’m exhausted, and he must be too. His chest heaves against my back as he recovers.
My ass is on fire. My c**t is swollen and aching. My throat is raspy and raw.
He must be done. We must be done.
I’m disappointed, even though my body is spent. Beyond spent.
We don’t move, either of us, just stay entangled with his c**k pulsing against my sore asshole.
I wonder if he’ll want me to leave now. If he’ll get up and leave like last time with nothing but a parting goodbye, but when he lifts himself from my body he pulls me with him. I move so easily, his chest still hot against my back as he rests his chin on my head. His arms wrap around my waist, and he holds me.
