"Holy shit," Sarah said as I slipped out of her and collapsed on the couch beside her.

"Yeah," I said, still breathing heavily.

"I think I need to call in sick," Sarah added, sitting up and stretching her muscles. "I'm not going to be walking right for a few days."

"Sorry," I chuckled. More than a little proud of myself.

"I'll take a few days off if it means getting fucked like that again," she laughed. "I have no idea what got into you near the end."

"Pent up frustration," I shrugged.

"Well. I'll be happy to help you release it when I can," she smiled.

"When you can?" I...