His hands digged into my thighs, leaving marks that are tommorows problem. The weed and alcohol finally got to both of our heads, and soon enough, I found the confidence and strength to wrap my leg around him, polling his body closer. My mind went blank as we finished together. Even after that, he still went on he wouldn't stop. Moans filled the air as he filled me. My trembling legs,messed up hair, and wet face from tears probably looked like a hot mess.
He still told me how beautiful I was. His hands slithering up my waist and grabbing my arms as he thrust even harder before I knew it I was a hot moaning mess. He was in me, the sounds of our love making filled the air and soon enough we fimished once again. As I slouched down, hoping that was it, I was flipped around with my ass up and back facing him. This went on for so long to the point where I lost track of time. I was a hot whimpering mess by the end of the night. And that's exactly how he liked it.
The end:194 words
10:40pm-6/28/23