redith.
By the ti Draven was done with , I squirted before collapsing on the bed.
My eyes were teary from the non-stop pleasure that drove insane, and my chest rose and fell as sweat glistened on my neck.
I don’t know what was more exciting between the fact that Draven knew how to satisfy with his dick or the fact that I ca to know a different kind of fantasy Ecstasy from having sex while our clothes were still on.
Although I must say that I still preferred having our skin slapping against each other.
No feeling could beat having our flesh plastered against each other during an intense intimate activity.
"Are you okay?" Draven’s deep voice reached my ears as I briefly shut my eyes.
"Mmmm." I managed to hum in response as the pleasurable currents were still passing through my nerves.
I was yet to recollect myself.
I felt him gently pull out of , and a moan escaped my lips. Then his fingers released their hold on my panties and shifted it back to its previous position.
Though my panties didn’t cover my ass when I had worn them after showering, it no longer tightened around my ass due to the stretch.
"You will have to buy another panties," I mumbled with my eyes closed.
I wasn’t sure if Draven heard or not. But a few seconds later, he responded.
"Accepted. But provided that the number of panties I buy will determine the number of tis we have sex that day."
My eyes quickly snapped open as I felt his weight lift off the bed.
"Agreed?"
I found his gaze and tried to glare, but I was too exhausted for it. But I found my voice.
"This deal doesn’t favour . Are you trying to make die of too much sex?" I inquired, making a pillow out of my outstretched arms on the bed.
"You didn’t die from too much sex the first night you were on hit. Do you know how many rounds we went that night?" He asked.
My jaw dropped in agape as heat crept up my cheeks. "H-how could you say... ntion..."
I couldn’t finish my statent; regardless, Draven ignored my reaction and continued speaking.
"So, what makes you think you would die if we have too much sex now, even though your hormones are normal?"
I couldn’t answer that question. And he patiently watched , probably hoping for a response.
My lashes flutter close. "It doesn’t matter, I’m not doing it."
He chuckled.
"I will be back in a minute," he said.
Then, I heard him walk away from my side. The next second, the sound of the door shutting gently travelled to my ears. I didn’t need to open my eyes before guessing he had gone into the bathroom.
Right where I lay, I felt his liquid pooling between my legs.
"Urgh!" A heavy groan escaped my lips, but my displeasure couldn’t force my eyes to open.
I hadn’t known sen leaking from a woman’s coochie was normal. I was too out of it the first ti to notice.
The second ti, I had mistaken it for my own wetness. But today, I had confird they were so of Draven’s seeds that pulled out of because he had filled up until there was nothing left.
Wait a minute. D-Draven... Draven’s seeds?
That thought had getting on my knees and slowly turning to sit with my ass on the bed.
It had just occurred to that from the first ti Draven and I had sex, we had done it without talking about children or even considering one.
It was as if we had acted ignorantly, or left our fate to the Moon Goddess’s hands without wanting to bother about the result of our actions.
I was troubled, a little pissed and very uncomfortable with my thoughts and the liquid streaming out of my coochie.
And by the ti Draven returned to the room with a warm towel in his hands, I was already trying to get off the bed.
"Where are you going? Do you need to pee?" He inquired, quickly walking over to .
I imdiately stopped my movents. I knew he wanted to clean up, thinking I was that exhausted.
But yes, I was truly exhausted. Too exhausted to move a single muscle.
But with Draven ntioning the bathroom break, I suddenly felt the urge to pee.
"Yes, I need to pee," I confird. "And um... I’m leaking your... um..."
"Go ahead," he said, passing the wet, warm towel to without letting finish my statent.
It was obvious he knew what I couldn’t tell him.
"Thank you." I received the towel and found my way into the bathroom.
My panties were completely wet, so I took it off only to see the sen glued to it. My panties were ruined.
I was forced to wash it and hang it on the towel rack next to Draven’s big body towel.
Next, I got under the shower and positioned myself, washing my coochie with warm towel for almost five minutes because more sen kept dripping slowly down my thighs.
Finally, I was able to finish up using the warm, wet towel before returning to the bedroom.
Draven was sitting on his side of the bed. His gaze followed until I had climbed into bed and gotten under the covers before he turned off the lights and joined on the bed.
As my eyelids grew heavy, I felt his strong arm land on my waist. And the next second, he was pulling to his chest.
"Good night," he whispered.
I couldn’t rember responding to those gentle words that drew a smile at the corner of my lips. But my joy was full.
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At the earlier hours of the morning, I woke up to Draven’s arm still around my waist. But my back was glued to his chest, and there was sothing hard poking my bum from behind.
Could that be Draven’s thigh?
I was a little clueless to what it was and decided to find out on my own.
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