The sticky reminder of Machala's blowjob had me buzzing through the beat in my head. I scratched out a few notes on paper before heading to the shower. Machala was coming out of her room when I walked into mine. The reserve she carried like a shield had cracked. She gave me a shy look before lowering her eyes. My well-used cock jumped.

I didn't give a fuck that I smelled like nasty cum. I grabbed her hand, pulled her to the end of my bed, and situated her across my lap. I had ...