Willow.
When I woke up the next morning, my body felt like it had been dragged through a war and then kissed better with heat and sin. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way.
My legs were sore, my back slightly stiff and my p***y (goddess, my p***y) felt so sensitive and swollen and used in a way that had me clenching my thighs together before I even opened my eyes.
The sheets under me were rumpled and still smelling faintly like sweat and s*x. His scent was faint too almost faded but unmistakable. I stretched slowly and lazily, a soft moan slipping out when I felt the dull ache between my thighs spark to life.
My n*****s tightened on their own pressing against the soft fabric of my sleep shirt, and a grin curved my lips without permission. This… this must be what people
