WARNING: s****l content in the first paragraph
Dahnya’s POV:
This was a repeat of last night. I can hardly believe it. The image of him on his knees is enough to bring me to mine… He smiles at me lazily as he admires his handiwork on my stomach. Pools of white semen splattered across my skin. “Stay there.” Of course, I am in no position to move.
He gets up and walks to the bathroom. To clean himself up, I assume. He is one glorious specimen of firm muscle and smooth, tanned skin, and I find myself staring at his ass shamelessly. I want to blush, but somehow I stop myself. He is mine, after all. I can look and touch as much as I want.
He comes back with unscented baby wipes this time. So thoughtful. Did he pick those up today? That means he was thinking of me and of what happened betwee
