C64

I hold up my hand to show him the wrinkled skin of my fingers. I slide a little further away and finally his cock slips out of me. There’s both relief and a stunning sense of loss at the sensation. Ridiculous. I barely know him, I remind myself. So what if there’s some off-the-charts sexual chemistry? That doesn’t mean anything. Nothing at all.

Just when I’m about to say I should get going