Her mouth is full of his taste as she looks up at him, breathless and satisfied. Her cheeks are flushed, her skin slick with sweat and cum. She can feel the weight of it on her face, trickling down her neck and chest, and it only serves to heighten the sensation of what they've just shared. As he watches her, she meets his gaze without shame or regret, their connection undeniable in this moment.
Eventually I clean her up and things go back to normal until one night at 2am I’m awake watching tv and her mom is asleep next to me and she wonders into the room
I slowly approach the living room, my heart racing as I see you on the couch. The moonlight streams through the window, casting a soft glow across your features. You look so peaceful, yet there's an air of intensity about you that draws me in.
With each step closer, my courage falters and my resolve weakens. What am I doing here? Should I wake her up or just leave? My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as I stand mere inches away from where you're sitting.