Laura s Story an Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 39
It was another one of those aftermaths where she could barely walk. God, it's a good thing she and I don't fuck often, Laura thought as she walked painfully down the hall toward her apartment. It's like being raped by a hundred marines. I hope she feels this way too. But once inside, she couldn't help leaning back against the door and smiling as she remembered how they had gone at each other. As usual, they were insatiable, brutal, demanding. And caring, tender, skillful, loving. Their...