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“I love this so much,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I love it too,” I assured her as I kept my pace, each movement bringing us closer to an orgasm.
She was the first to climax, her juices overflowing and soiling the sheets. I was next to go, releasing my seed deep inside her.
As I pulled out, I watched my semen seep out of her pussy while she was trying to catch her breath.
“That’s more like it,” she said, letting out an exhausted sigh.
“I don’t think that’s completely a good thing,” I noted, as I checked the wall clock decorating her bedroom wall. “You said five minutes. We spent twenty minutes.”
“I’m willing to bet that anyone would have thought we had only spent five minutes,” she explained,
“Felt that way too.”
“Who knows?” I shrugged. “Maybe you’re falling in love with me, and now intimate moments feel shorter to you.”
I meant it as a joke, but she was silent. I switched into a state of panic as I assumed that I had somewhat offended her.
“Why… why would you make a joke like that?” she asked, her face and cheeks tinged red at the idea of having me as a love interest.
I hadn’t expected the reaction.
“I was joking,” I defended, honestly not knowing that she would have taken my words seriously.
“Oh, well,” she sighed and touched her pussy, staring at her fingers now wet with the combination of my cum and her juices.
“I’ll get you a tissue,” I said as I exited her bed.
“No need,” she remarked. “I was going to have a shower anyway.”
“I’ll wait until you’re done,” I said.
“Doesn’t make sense,” she said as she got down from the bed. “You have a flight in two hours. I don’t think you should waste any more time.”
“Thank you for being so considerate.” I appreciated her as we made our way to the bathroom.
We helped each other bathe. As I scrubbed her back, I noticed a scar. It wasn't a huge one. It was small, and, honestly, I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't paid attention.
“How did you get this?” I asked.
“Hmm?” She raised a brow as she tried to stretch and look behind her. “I can't see it. What's there?”
“It's a scar,” I explained. “You don't remember getting it?”
“Oh, that. I thought most of those would have faded by now,” she shrugged.
“You have several?” Intrigued and worried, I started searching her body for more.
“There's no need to search for them,” she advised.
“How did you get them?”
“Gifts from my parents.”
I was shocked. I didn't have fantastic parents either, but they had never beaten me. I wanted to say something, but the look on her face told me not to. She was smiling; It was a weak smile. I didn't talk about it any further.
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