Sore.
That's what Gigi felt when she woke up. She was sore all over, especially her flower. Sore but satisfied.
Her womanhood felt like a soft, withering flower. Even her joints and hips ached. Who wouldn’t be sore after indulging in each other’s bodies until morning?
She remembered last night so vividly, even though she had been drunk. Her intoxication vanished as soon as things started heating up. He was like a Roman warrior last night—he conquered every inch of her body. He didn’t leave a single spot untouched, not even her armpits; he left his mark on every part of her.
She remembered how he moaned and groaned like a wounded animal when he finally reached his peak.
Gigi winced as she tried to move her body. She felt weak and soft. What time had they even finished this morning? Tha
