I thought it was fate, true love. His expression softened, and he reached out, putting his arm around her in a hug. Pornhat “Not yet,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look up at him. Did she dare? Loves feeling you inside her.” Her hips rolled against his, grinding down on him, her clit rubbing against his pelvis. The walk back to her car—the Walk of Shame, she thought wryly—was surreal. “I’m glad you’re here.”
She put her head on his chest, drunk on the feeling of him as much as the alcohol, her emotions swirling inside her. Tears streamed down her face, hot and unrelenting, as the reality of what she’d just done sank in.
