Last night had honestly been incredible. I met you at a bar late into the night. We were both drunk, and quickly all over each other. I wanted us to continue the night, but you had other plans.
We left the bar much earlier than I’d have liked, but seeing you naked underneath me more tohan made up for it. You did things no one had done before. You’re tongue was buried in my asshole while you stroked me. You begged for it, screaming so loud I thought the neighbors would kill us. And when I finished? You wrapped your legs around me, milking me deep into your tight little hole.
And in the morning? You felt… terrible. I’m not sure why, maybe you had just gotten out of a relationship. Maybe you were late for something this morning. Both of those would explain your hurry to get home last night.
You quickly tried to hurry me out, but I wasnt done. How was I supposed to only fuck you one last time after a night like that? Nevermind you grinding your ass into me while we slept.