The potent smell of a deceased campfire stirs me awake from a deep slumber. Shifting to my right with my eyes still closed I drowsily pat the mattress beside me seeking his warmth only to be greeted by a cold emptiness. Where has this male gone so early in the morning?
Arising to sit up is arduous for my muscles have cramped up in different places my cunt is mildly sore from last night's events. Yet I feel quite refreshed for I am without pain and charged with energy. Are these some sort of after-effects of mating? I expected to be more worn out and weak.
My cheeks burn wildly to the wicked images my mind sends forth for me as a morning present. The way my male mercilessly devoured my flesh, his hot touches and sinful moist kisses. It was a different kind of feeling indeed not solely physical but it awakened something within my soul for before I slipped into the darkness of sleep I felt...whole.
