I woke up late the next morning, and my whole body felt deliciously sore, like I'd been used hard and put away wet. My p***y was still tender, swollen from Blake's rough pounding on the couch last night, and my lips were puffy and sensitive every time I shifted.
There were faint bruises blooming on my hips where his fingers had dug in, little purple fingerprints I could trace with my fingertips, and I stayed there in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling and just replaying everything.
First Alex in the shower, his hand fisted in my wet hair, his c**k slamming down my throat until I gagged and tears ran, and then flipping me against the tiles and finger-f*****g me until I screamed his name. Then Blake on the couch, his thick shaft stretching my mouth, then flipping me, folding me,
