Freya.

I lay sprawled on the thick carpet, chest heaving, my body limp and boneless after the brutal way I’d sucked him off. My jaw ached, my lips were swollen and shiny with spit and the last traces of his cum, and my throat still felt stretched and raw from how deep he’d fucked my face. The taste of him lingered heavy on my tongue—salty, thick, masculine. My legs were spread, bare pussy exposed and still throbbing from the shameless orgasm I’d had on his lap earlier. No panties. Just slick, dripping mess between my thighs. I couldn’t move. My legs felt like jelly, my mind foggy from the alcohol...