A Weekend With My Punk Rock Cousin Part 2
“You’re awake.” Jason’s voice startled me and I spun around. He stood there about ten feet away in his jeans and boots, smoking a cigarette and smiling wickedly. “Yes…” I said, pursing my lips slightly. He let out a barking laugh. “I know goddamn well you enjoyed it,” he said. “All those fuckin’ orgasms I gave you; maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get even more tonight.” I scoffed, but deep down, I was hoping it could happen again, despite the dull aching in my pussy. I was...