Twenty

To neither of our surprise, James did in fact catch me, but I made him wait until after we got back in the hut.

And now, as he rails me against the bathroom counter, I’d say that it was a good decision.

My hands grip the edge of the counter, my eyes firmly locked on his in the reflection. His muscles flex with each thrust, his veins popping out and his cocky smile make me quiver around him. I’m almost ashamed of how quickly I cum, but James finishes almost as fast I do.

He holds me tightly as we start to breath normally, “we’re getting pretty good at that,” he jokes.

I rub my ass against him as I agree, “well you know what they say; practice makes perfect. And we’ve had a lot of practice.”

He starts to say something but is interrupted by his stomach growling. “Should we get some food princess?” He asks as he chuckles.

I grin at him through the mirror, “you could just eat me, but yes, let’s see if this place has a restaurant.”

He pulls out of me quickly and spins me around, drop