She should get up, wash the slick evidence from between her thighs, but her body still hums with the heat he left behind. The scent of sex clings to the air, the sheets, her skin. In the quiet that follows, need lingers. With His Name on My Lips is a story of aftermath, intimacy, and the aching pull between what was and what still burns.
Genre: Flash
Tags: Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cream Pie, Oral Sex
Sex Contents: Stroke Story
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