56|the awaited confession

(mature Scenes.)

Brenda G

I was stirred awake by the soft snores that echoed in my ears. Warm exhales scorched my neck, sending waves of comfort all over my being. I lazily fluttered my eyes open and let out a small yawn.

I was strapped in his arms, my back glued to his chest and my posterior collided with his. I could feel his nakedness pressed against my own. A content smile tugged at my lips as I relished the feeling of being his. My whole body was sore, especially the junction between my thighs.

Suddenly, the steamy memories of our fierce lovemaking crowded my brain and I couldn't control the sudden heat that spread to my girlhood. I chomped on my bottom lip shyly as I recalled the way he had ploughed into me as profanities shot from my mouth. His length had filled me up entirely, satisfying my every sexual need. The image of how big his length had become flashed in my brain resulting in a shiver running down my groin.

Brenda, you dirty little lass.

My conscience taunted me result