Vincenzo Drakvolk:Those five minutes stretched into ten, then fifteen. We lay there breathing each other in—her heartbeat thudding against my ribs, my fingers tracing lazy circles over the dip of her spine, her thigh draped possessively over mine. The room smelled like sex and sweat and her perfume clinging stubbornly to the sheets. Every few seconds she shifted, pressing closer, like she couldn’t decide whether to melt into me or climb on top again.Eventually she lifted her head, dark hair falling in a messy curtain around her face. Her lips were still swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with that post-orgasm haze I loved putting there.“You’re hard again,” she murmured, voice raspy from screaming my name.I smirked, flexing my hips so my cock—already thick and leaking—slid against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Told you. Five minutes.”She laughed softly, the sound vibrating through my chest. Then her hand drifted down, fingers wrapping loosely around me, stroking once, twice
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