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I woke up from a daze that had swept over me after that intense climax, feeling heavy and relaxed in the nest of blankets, still intertwined with Mr. Fairchild as if we were stuck together by more than just his knot earlier.
The relief from our first round had been blissful, washing over me like cool water on a fire. But as I blinked and moved a bit, I felt it...the familiar warmth creeping back in, stubborn and demanding.
It began as a dull ache in my belly, spreading out like wildfire, making my skin flush and the slickness gather again between my thighs. These heats really are relentless; just when you think you've caught your breath, they come roaring back, turning you into a needy mess all over again.
