dorei

There is something to be said about waking in the morning, the sheets tangled about your body from the encounter the night before. The room still smells faintly of sex and your thighs are still damp. Looking down, you assess the scratch marks that start at your left shoulder and over your breasts, the bite mark on your left inner thigh that's starting to purple, and you don't seem to mind that once again, you've slept in the wet spot.

But duty calls and you rise, your hair a mess of tangled curls, because he had pulled it tightly as he bared your neck and scraped his teeth across your flesh. As you pass the mirror, you see the marks still that he left when he bit down, right at the hollow of your throat. Start the water in the shower, the steam rising up a few moments later. Step in and let the water hit you, caress you, wash away the sins of the night before.

Things seem to be returning to normal, but then he steps in behind you, his hands tracing the scratch marks of the night before. He notices that you are asymmetrical, so he adds another set, raking his nails across your left breast up to your right shoulder, and then tilts your head down, biting the nape of your neck, growling like a wild animal. He bends you still further, your hands flying forward to brace you against the ceramic tile as he shoves his hardened cock into your cunt. He pounds into you, over and over, harder and harder, the hot water and steam making you feel faint and your knees start to shake. He pulls out and pushes you to your knees, swiveling you to face him, and cums on your face, but the water washes it away far too quickly. A pity.