After the night at the hangout, Emma secretly went to Jefferson’s where they had rounds after rounds of love making.
Emma lay tangled in the sheets of Jefferson's king-sized bed, lights filtering through the half-drawn blinds of his downtown apartment.
It was well past midnight, the lounge encounter still fresh in her mind—her body sore from the relentless pounding in the bathroom, the alcove, and the car.
Cum still leaked from her p***y and ass but she did not mind.
She turned to face him, his massive frame sprawled out, chest rising and falling steadily.
For once, he looked almost peaceful, but she knew better. Jefferson was a storm, always brewing.
Her heart pounded as she traced a finger along his bicep, the muscle twitching under her touch. 'Jefferson,' she whispered, voice
