C89 Rose

I had cleaned up. Emmett did the cleaning up, though; he took me to the bathroom to help

me wash off and change the bed sheets.

“Emmett?” I called out quietly; he lay on the couch he barely fit into. I watched from my bed

as his chest rose and fell steadily.

“Yeah?” He said, his eyes flashed up, keeping a neutral face after giving me cum so good.

“I can't sleep