The morning light had long since faded into the soft glow of afternoon, but time lost all meaning in Tina's opulent bedroom.
My body still tingled from her earlier worship of my feet and legs, the way her tongue had traced every curve and crevice, leaving me slick and aching. We'd barely caught our breath after Sharon's—wait, no, after I had given her that titjob and blowjob, swallowing her release with a hunger that surprised even me.
Tina lay beside me now, her chest rising and falling steadily, but her eyes burned with that familiar fire when they met mine. I felt exposed, vulnerable in the best way, my skin flushed from our endless explorations on these silken sheets.
"You want to continue, Tina?"
She shifted closer, her hand sliding possessively over my hip.
