Morning After

Sara Luvv wakes hard and dripping before dawn. Last night’s scenes keep flashing behind her eyes, and her body wants more. Her boyfriend sleeps through it all, dead to the world, so she slips out from under the covers and pads into the living room. The couch is cool under her thighs; she lets the thin panties slide down her legs and the morning air tightens her nipples on the spot. Hands trace the fresh curves still echoing his touch, fingertips finding the soft swell of breast, then lower. She sinks two fingers inside a pussy still tender from his pounding the night before, circling her swollen clit with the other hand. Knees planted, hips rocking, she fucks herself deeper, the wet rhythm getting louder each time her fingers slide home. Her moans carry down the hall. When the orgasm finally breaks through her, it rolls her back against the cushions, thighs shaking. He never wakes, never comes in to finish the job. His loss.