In the handful of experiences I had waking beside a lover, I had never found the pleasant numbness that accompanied the moments shared with Xander. The feeling of his nails still dug into my skin and the taste of his salty excess still in the back of my throat was enough to remind me as I awoke from my slumber that this was anything but a dream. But along with this reminiscence of pleasure came the ache of having been f****d by a porn star. My core would feel this in its fullest extent with his thickness having been almost too much for my tight folds as I would attempt to adjust myself upright to face the day until being weighed down by his thick arm.
“Hmph mmm” He would groan at my side as I would chuckle to myself before turning to face him. His hair would be left disheveled from my fi
