Aftermath

I think I can breath now.  All the tension is gone, replaced with that delicious high of pheromones.  I turn my head and open my eyes.  It looks like the closet exploded.  I can’t help but smile at your boxers hanging off the tv.  How did my bra end up over there?   I can hear you breathing, still a little ragged.  You sigh as I run my hand across your chest.  Muscles flex when my nail grazes your nipple.  My hand moves lower.  Mmmm, you’re ready for the next round….

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