Sarah 

“Ugh—fuck—” Mark’s groan ripped through the quiet bedroom as he slammed into me one last time. 

The headboard knocked the wall in the same dull rhythm it always did. 

His hips jerked, stuttered and then stilled. 

I felt the twitch of his dick in my pussy which made me know he was coming inside the condom, the heat of it trapped in latex instead of me. 

My legs were still hooked over his thighs, my nightgown still bunched under my armpits, breasts bouncing from the last few thrusts even though I hadn’t moved once. 

He dropped his weight on me for half a second, his sweaty chest sticking to...