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2024-10-29 19:42:56Perrin
For the first time in over a week I wake without morning wood.
I smile, reliving the finer points of the night before. There’s no morning boner, but I’m still sore as fuck. I roll over, aware that my cock feels as sore as it did from the three hours of goodbye sex we had in person before she left. But I can feel myself grinning like an idiot. Last night was better than I could have ever hoped. And to think I was ever nervous…
I laugh to myself as I glance over at the clock, grabbing my phone and turning off my alarm that will be going off in just a minute.
I groan, rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I take a quick shower, having been too tired last night to properly clean myself up and make a mental note to burn the sheets. I came so many times I couldn&
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