Isha
My eyes popped open, and I stretched, then froze. Why in the f*ck was I so sore? And why was my head banging again? I looked around my room, I saw my packed bags on the floor and then the bottle of tequila on my dresser. Feeling the comforter on my bare skin had my eyebrows furrowing, why am I naked?
I sat up and groaned, I was sore in my throat, a*s and p*ssy, I felt like I'd been stretched to within an inch of my life. Then the memory of last night slammed into me. I gasped. I did not do what my body was telling me I did. More memories of last night flashed through my mind. F*ck yes I did. The smile that crossed my face almost hurt with how big it was. I got out of bed slowly and did a little wiggle. I was deliciously sore, now that I remembered everything. Never in my
