Believing the prior assumption, she had made, sucking the life out of Adrian's cock, had sent all the energy out of her, and she really felt drained. Mentally and physically.
She was going to take some time before doing it again. His pleasure was good but tiresome.
"My Joy," she praised her again, and in that moment, Joyce could melt in his arms before becoming a puddle on the floor.
He pulled her up and made her sit on his lap with her legs draping sideways. His warmth was enough to give her the comfort to fall asleep on a train that she had never been on before. If anything it felt like heaven.
"Tired?"
She hummed her answer. And then, just like that, she found his fingers in her hair, encouraging her to fall asleep.
That, alone, was a very beautiful journey she traveled.
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