A Slut Set Free
I watched the muscles ripple on his back as he bent to pick his trousers up from the floor. He looked over at me, still on the bed, leaning on an elbow and watching him dress and he smiled at me. I watched him tuck his shrunken cock into his jockey shorts and wished that I had been able to get it up one more time. Call me Little Miss Greedy Guts since I had already managed to get four times out of him. No, make that Mrs. Greedy Guts. He finished dressing, came over, bent down and kissed me and...