The next morning, the house felt heavier, thicker with the scent of last night’s sin still clinging to the air—musky girl-c*m, sweat, and the faint floral trace of her expensive body lotion. I woke up sore everywhere: my jaw ached from sucking her fat t**s for hours, my cunt throbbed raw from the strap-on pounding, my asshole still tingled from her thick finger stretching it open while she ate me from behind. I hated how my body remembered every filthy second. Hated even more that my n*****s were already stiff just thinking about her.
She was already up, moving around in the kitchen area wearing only a tiny black thong that disappeared between her plump a*s cheeks and a cropped tank top so thin I could see the dark circles of her areolas through it. Her t**s swayed heavily with every step
