C67 CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

I giggle. I can’t help it. It’s such a guy thing to do. He just fucked me ten ways from Sunday and I’ve still got a dildo in my ass—but he’s out for the count in less than two minutes. I shake my head and reach between my legs. It takes some gymnastic stretching, but I manage to get to the toy and slide it out. It comes out with a slick pop noise. I’m too worn out to be embarrassed