C81 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
