Sinful Sunday: After awakening

Waking up, blurry and lazy. But her man was urgent, and focussed. She remembers the paddle’s warmth, and then its heat. And his urgency, his need.

And in the aftermath there’s only one thing to do. Burrow back into bed, and back into sleep.

 

 

 

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