Strangers on a Train part 2: Origins
Although neither of us really wanted to get up, Sofia placed her soft hands on my chest, propped herself up, and eventually rolled off from on top of me. My mostly deflated slick cock popped free from her greedy lips, the remainder of my cum dripping from her dilated opening. I rolled onto my side and rested on my elbow so that once again my face was just inches from her little tuft of thick black hair as she stood there naked and perfect in front of the couch, the pungent smell of our sex, a sweet salty mixture of sweat, cologne, perfume, and each other’s fluids filling my nostrils. I breathed it in relishing the evidence of the past hours’ vigorous activities. “Fuck,” I said in a relaxed, even voice still sounding drunk on …