Wynter woke up feeling a distinct ache beneath her lower regions. It was a good kind of ache though, the one that brought a satisfied smile to her lips. She knew she would be sore, with the way Keith took her last night, that was already expected.
He was insatiable, slaking both of their desires on each other. He took her hard, then made sweet lovemaking to her afterward, and then fvcked her brains out for the next hours.
Her hands stretched out to pat the space beside her, thinking that Keith is still there and only to find out that it's empty.
She opened her eyes and frowned.
Where is he?
She thought as she stretched on the bed. Her muscles ached and sore, and she can still feel his hands like it was imprinted in her very soul.
Wynter stood up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom so she could take a shower. She could still feel the aftermath of what they've done and it brought a delicious shiver down her spine.
