Conflict

Leilani

I felt used.

I was sitting curled up with my ass on the floor near the raised platform, thighs pressed together to hide my pussy, hands wrapped over my breasts and my ruffled-from-rough-sex hair spilled down my naked shoulders and back like a rough waterfall.

My breath was uneven from my last orgasm and my body gently quivered, skin damp with sweat. I was so exhausted from being tied up and fucked on that hard surface by Adonis’ never-softening cock and energetic body. We had been going at it for such a long time, that the actual concept of time felt like a blur in my mind because my senses had been knocked apart by all those mind-shattering orgasms and I could barely think straight right now.