Sienna

The air was still warm, thick with everything we’d just shared. My heartbeat hadn’t quite settled yet. I could still feel the way his breath had brushed my skin, the way every sound seemed to echo in the small space.

I reached for the tiny sink, turning the handle. Cool water ran over my fingers, snapping me back to reality. I leaned forward, splashing my face gently, trying to wash away the heat and his cum that still clung to me. Drops of water trickled down my cheek, catching in ...