My face heats up in shame as I’m laying on top of Creed with my pussy still throbbing. His cock is sheathed right in between my pussy lips and whatever arousal I felt is coating his thick length. “Hey,” he says after a while and I remain quiet. “Let's go back to the other side of the stream to get dressed, okay?” When I nod, he gets to his feet and holds my butt as we walk, still in the same position. Gods, I am mortified. He must think I’m fucking crazy! After we’re dressed and I burn with shame, he pulls me into his arms again. “Don’t think about it,” he says, as if it’s that easy. “I’m here whenever you want to talk; don’t forget that.”“I don’t know why I did that,” I admit as I wrap my arms around my waist. “After last night, I shouldn’t even be thinking about sex, but it’s like my mind has blocked the trauma altogether. I suppose for someone like me… it’s normal.”“Nothing about it is normal, Cherie,” he suddenly says, and I stop walking. By the look on his face, I know he di
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