Kayla awoke to the feeling of her hand having been traced by a figure she recalled as having been Devon. The memories of the previous night rushed into her mind as her cheeks swelled with a blush of just what it was he had done to her to leave her so blissfully numb this morning. Immediately, she recalled the counter s*x, the oral s*x following being tied ot the bedpost, and the secondary use he made with his handheld massage gun that still laid plugged into the wall beside the bed. She blushed with the reverberating memory still fondling between her thighs as he brought her to this reality by taking his fingers to her cheek.
“You have the most adorable little snore…” He explained as she turned her gaze upwards before meeting with his early morning complexion. His hair, still wearing the
