The Aftermath by Kilted Wookie The crumpled sheets she lay on still smelled of him. Though no longer there physically, his presence lingered on. Her clit still throbbed from the attentions of his tongue. Her nipples still ached; a reminder of his teeth and fingers. Her cunt: oh how empty it now felt, having been so thoroughly used; pounded, stretched, filled. The scent of him, and of their passion still filled the air. Breathing it in, she could almost believe he was still with her. She wished she could open her eyes and see him smiling back at her; his deep brown eyes looking into her soul, his lips, coated with traces of her essence, ready to kiss her, his cock, strong and proud, ready to claim her again. A warm contentment spread through her as she remembered the heights he had taken her to, the climaxes he had ignited within her. She could still hear his soft moans, the murmured compliments telling her how good she tasted, how wonderful she felt. She relived the fi
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