Sunday morning came too fast. Becky woke up sore in the best way — her p***y still tender, faint red marks on her wrists from the tie, and a light sting on her ass from Dave’s hand. She stretched naked in the big bed and smiled when she felt Dave’s hard c**k pressed against her ass.
They skipped most of the retreat events. Dave sent a quick text saying his “wife” wasn’t feeling well and they would stay in the suite. No one questioned it. As soon as he put the phone down, he rolled on top of her and kissed her deep.
They spent the whole day lost in each other, moving from room to room like they couldn’t get enough.
First it was the dining table. Dave lifted Becky onto the smooth wooden surface and spread her legs wide. He dropped to his knees and ate her out slow and thorough. His tongue
