Asha
I don't know what happened last night, but I’m ready for round two and three and four and more. I hope it wasn’t all a dream.
I guess I’m too sore for it to have been a dream. If I remember correctly, I got pounded by a rather big rod. The biggest of the big really, the king of rods.
I guess I should get cleaned up. I try to slide out of bed, but strong, powerful arms pull me back until I am flush against washboard abs with the king, all hard and ready for battle, pressed up in between my cheeks. The contact sends a chill down my back as my entire body gets covered in goosebumps.
“You are very sensitive,” he leans in and nips my earlobe, “I love it.”
He slowly caresses the edge of my curves. “As much as I love all of this,” he continues slowly down my body until he reaches my
