"Ouch..." I moaned while pulling on my underwear. I could feel my legs shaking, my body aching, and the soreness down there—yes, I felt it all.
Like mashed potatoes. That’s me now.
After being my boss’s lunch, snack, and dessert, I think I’ll need all the energy I can get just to survive dinner that is if I don’t pass out from cumming past my limit.
Johnny wants me deserted, and I actually let him?
Fudge. Him.
"What’s taking you so long?" Speak of the devil—Johnny suddenly barged into my room while I was still suffering from the wreckage he caused.
Oh right, I forgot. He insisted on driving me home so I could change for dinner. Meanwhile, he’s already all clean and dressed up in a fresh, well-pressed silk shirt and pants that smell like a new, expensive car. Looking literally out of
