🦪 DORA 🦪The warmth of his body still lingers against my skin, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex, my own breath coming in slow, satisfied waves. My limbs feel heavy, boneless, like I’ve been melted into the couch beneath me.The afterglow hums through my veins, a lazy, contented pulse between my thighs where he’d just been, rough, relentless, perfect. I don’t even realize I’m smiling until his fingers tighten around my wrist, yanking me back into the moment with a sharpness that makes my stomach tumble.Then he moves.One second, I’m sprawled on my back, limbs loose and pliant, the next, the world tilts violently as Dale’s hands clamp around my waist and flip me onto my stomach with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. The couch cushions press against my cheek, the fabric rough against my skin, and before I can even gasp, his palm slams down between my shoulder blades, pinning me in place. His weight looms over me, a solid, unyielding presence, and I can feel th
Read more