Sara
I woke up tangled in sheets that smelled like sweat and s*x and Dad’s cologne, my body aching in the best way.
My p***y was swollen and tender from how many times I’d come last night.
The sheets were soaked in c*m, my juices, and everything that had leaked out of me. I stretched slowly, every muscle loose and warm, and rolled over.
Tina was already awake, lying on my other side, her dark hair messy against the pillow. She smiled at me, eyes still sleepy and heavy-lidded.
“Morning, Saral. You look so pretty when you’re all f****d out.” She reached over and cupped my bare tit, thumb brushing my n****e until it hardened.
I moaned softly, leaning in to kiss her slow and deep. “I love you so much,” I whispered against her lips. “This is everything I’ve wanted.”
Dad’s deep voice ru
