Mira
Sometime around evening, David carried me into the bedroom like I weighed nothing. My legs were still trembling, his c*m trailed down my inner thighs and dry and chilly making me shiver with every step.
My arms looped loosely around his neck, my mind still hazy from a short sleep. I buried my face against his broad shoulder, breathing in the scent of his sweat, the s*x, and that dark, masculine edge that had me addicted from the first time I put my mouth on his d**k.
Every few steps, my hips rolled against him instinctively, my body waking up and chasing more even after he’d f****d me into near oblivion.
I didn’t even think I still had it in me.
He kicked the bedroom door shut behind us and dropped me onto the kingsized bed. I landed on my back with a soft bounce, breasts jiggl
