I felt dead tired after Zak exited my body. He supported me and laid me down on the floor on my side as I rested. I vaguely remember that something along these lines happened back then as well. I was exhausted and my pussy hurt and bled so much on that day. I couldn’t walk or move properly for days, and I pretended to be mad at Zak all the time until he felt so guilty. It made me feel bad, so I had to confess that I was just playing with him.
Those were such fond memories…
I must have dozed off for a short while. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a sight that I haven’t seen for many years: Zak’s backside…
I sucked in my breath as panic and fear gripped my mind. Now that it was in front of me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the lines of scars on Zak’s beautiful body. The light combined with the moonlight played on his skin, highlighting the pain and horror behind those scars to me…
“Zak…” I whispered his name, but my mind was already far away…back in the past.
