Dirty Christmas
Anal play came later, fingers first, lubed and patient, then his cock, easing in as she rode the edge of pain and ecstasy.
Sean opened up too, stories of his own losses, the empire built on isolation. Becky shared her fears, the love for her father despite his flaws. The sex stayed raw, him bending her over the kitchen counter, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edge, ass cheeks reddening from slaps; her straddling him on the couch, grinding slow until they both shattered.
On the last night, unchained, she whispered, “The debt's gone, but I don't want to leave.” He pulled her close, cock hardening against her thigh.