Sophia's eyelids fluttered open, and immediately, a dull ache radiated through her body, heavy and all-consuming, with a sharper, more persistent throb between her legs.
Every shift, every attempt to move, only reminded her of the previous night and the intensity of it all.
She couldn't help but wince, her mind replaying fragments of the memories she was trying to piece together.
Slowly, the haze lifted, and with it came the full, unfiltered recollection of what had unfolded.
Ross had been relentless, pushing her to places she'd never gone before, and drawing out a response from her that bordered on insatiable.
Sophia had never felt so completely overwhelmed, every inch of her feeling alive, tingling from their prolonged, feverish passion.
The sexual positions they explored together flashed in her mind, each more daring than the last, leaving her body trembling and her voice lost in a sea of moans she hadn't known she could make.
