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CHAPTER 9: The morning after

Author: Ollie
last update publish date: 2026-08-02 01:53:27
Jazz's POV

My body is still tingling with sweet sensations when I wake up the next morning.

My eyes struggle to adjust to the light. The windows are open, a gentle breeze make the curtains fly in the morning light.

I am naked and alone in bed.

Where is Zeke?

His belt is still wrapped loosely around my hands. I slip out of them easily.

My body is so sated. I feel a soft, thrumming, sizzling sensation in between my thighs where his dick had pounded me.

It all comes rushing bac
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