ISABELLA.
I woke up the next morning with a dull ache between my legs and dried c*m still sticky on my inner thighs. The memories of last night flooded back immediately, Michael’s thick c**k stretching me open, the way he broke free from the scarves and f****d me hard from behind, and then the risky missionary while Arabella stood right outside my door. My p***y throbbed at the thought, but there was also a strange emptiness in my chest. He had left through the window like I told him to. I expected him to go home. But something felt off.
I stretched slowly in bed, feeling the soreness in my muscles from riding him so aggressively. I smiled to myself for a moment, remembering how desperate he had been for me. But that smile faded quickly when I thought about how late it had been when he l
