SIN SO SWEET
After the concert, the high didn’t fade. It lingered like smoke… thick, heady, impossible to shake. I could still feel Jonah's cum drying on my inner thighs during the drive home with Sarah, still taste the salt of my own skin on his fingers when I replayed the silent orgasm in my head. Every red light felt like torture. Every time Sarah sang along to the radio, I had to press my thighs together to keep from squirming.
He didn’t wait long for the next hit.