Chapter 44 The Streamer

• I was staring at Damon while reminiscing what just happened between the two of us. He was sleeping beside me, his face was buried in the pillow while his right arm was on my belly. I could hear his little snores, he fell asleep deeply. Perhaps, because of tiredness. Who wouldn't be tired though?
• A little chuckle escapes my lips. I lost count of how many times we did it. All I could remember was he took me over and over again until we both couldn't stand the weariness. My legs felt so numb especially that Damon also took me while we were standing.
• My eyes threw on the wall, near my vanity mirror. The image of us fucking in that innocent wall popped into my mind. My left leg is clung to Damon's arm while the other one is supporting my body, preventing myself from stumbling while Damon is taking me roughly and aggressively. Thrusting violently between my legs, burying his shaft deep inside me. Making me scream as he continued to do that.