Wendy stared up at me, eyes wide and glassy, her chest rising and falling in quick, shaky breaths. Tears clung to her lashes, but she did not try to cover herself again. She just lay there, legs still slightly apart, thighs shiny with her own wetness, pussy swollen and pink and open like she was waiting for something real.

I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed so bad it felt like it might split my jeans. Every dirty fantasy I had ever had about her was right here in front of me, naked and trembling and fresh from coming. The faint scent of her arousal hung in the air, sweet and...