Norris Moore slowly woke up, already tightly embraced by Trenton Smith.
It felt as though there was a serene tranquility of the years.
Such a feeling was really nice.
She was really afraid of becoming too fond of it.
The warmth made one drowsy, her entire body felt lazy and languid as she complained softly while lying in the man's embrace, "How many months has it been since you last had meat..."
"Sorry," said the man, his voice still hoarse with post-passion, his palm fitting against her body, gently massaging to soothe her.
Norris Moore looked up at him for a moment, then smiled.
She lay on his chest like a cat.
Comfortable and indolently lazy.
Although this man was no longer hers, at this moment, she felt as though she could completely possess him.
She buried her face in his chest, feeling Trenton Smith's fingers move up from her waistline
