Once in the tub, I used my fingers to brush away the blood from my inner thighs, then from around the swollen lips of my p***y. They were still sensitive. I dragged my fingernails lightly across the delicate tissues, then up across the light red-furred pubic mound, across the curve of my belly.
I reached up with my free hand, finding my n*****s already erect. I took one between my thumb and index finger. It was slippery in the soapy water. I caught it between my thumb and fingernail, pinched it, feeling the pain rush like an electric shock down through my body, right through my p***y. I could feel my internal muscles squeezing, the same muscles I now realized, that had been gripping Leon’s c**k when it was thrusting up inside me.
I pinched harder, then moved my hand to the other n****e,
