Treachery

Her muscles grip my cock, an orgasm tearing through her that locks her body in place while my hips take over.

Double fisting her ass, I move her body harder, faster, until I have to pull out to keep from coming inside her.

Her soft body collapses against mine. Sweaty. Exhausted. Sated and docile.

And when she rests her forehead against my shoulder, when she holds onto me like I won’t destroy her, my head falls back against the couch, and I hate myself even more.