She shouldn’t have f****d him in the first place.
It was an odd thing to think as she watched him sleep, knowing she was going to wake him up by devouring his c**k. And she wouldn’t regret that, just as she didn’t regret what they’d done the night before. What holes he filled (all of them), how much c*m she swallowed (more than usual; it seemed he’d been saving up), how many orgasms she had (he’d made it seem like pleasuring her was his job instead of the other way around).
Not f*****g him in the first place wouldn’t mean undoing the events of the last ten hours. It’d mean undoing the events of the previous ten years.
Annette wasn’t sure if things would’ve been better or worse if a time traveler had gone back to prevent the teenage Niles from awkwardly bringing up the idea that they cou
