The next morning, golden sunlight poured through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, warm stripes across the tangled sheets like liquid honey.
I stirred slowly, every muscle heavy and deliciously sated—the kind of exhaustion that only comes after a night of pure, shameless indulgence.
My eyelids fluttered open, and for a long moment I simply lay there, body boneless, mind still hazy with sleep and the sweet afterglow of last night.
Then I felt it.
A warm, wet heat enfolded the head of my cock. A slow, deliberate swirl of her tongue—Madeline's tongue—circling the sensitive ridge as if she had all the time in the world. A soft, muffled "mmph" vibrated against my skin when her plush lips sealed around me and pulled me deeper into the velvet heat of her mouth.
My hips jerked hard. A guttural groan tore from my throat as raw pleasure slammed through me, sharp and sudden, like a live wire.
