The power never came back that night.
By 3 a.m. the apartment had turned into a furnace and we were a wreck: sweat, c*m, and p***y juice everywhere. Caleb had passed out on the couch, chest rising slow, that big d**k finally soft against his thigh, still glistening with both of us. I let him sleep for one hour. Just one. Then I woke him with my mouth on his balls just to watch his eyes roll back when he realized this wasn’t a dream.
He came down my throat before the sun even considered rising.
Morning arrived gray and sticky, light leaking through the blinds like it was ashamed of itself. I stood in his kitchen wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts, unbuttoned, hanging open so my t**s and p***y stayed on full display. I made coffee on his gas stove like I already owned the p
