50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, warm and golden, when I finally woke. My body felt heavy, used, and deliciously sore in ways I had never experienced before. Every muscle ached. My jaw was tender, my pussy throbbed with a deep, satisfied pulse, and my ass… God, my ass burned with a dull, constant reminder of how thoroughly it had been claimed. The sheets beneath me were sticky with dried cum and my own juices. The faint scent of sex still hung thick in the air.