Heena lay beneath Alex, boneless and trembling, her legs still folded toward her chest.
His thick cock remained buried deep inside her, pulsing with the last weak spurts of his release. Warm cum leaked slowly around his shaft, trickling down to soak the sheets beneath her ass.
She felt utterly wrecked, and strangely, beautifully calm.
Her body twitched with aftershocks, pussy fluttering weakly around his softening but still impressive length.
Every tiny movement sent another ripple of overstimulation through her oversensitive walls. The red tie had loosened around her neck, but the phantom pressure remained, a reminder of how thoroughly she had been leashed and claimed.
'So this is what sex really feel,' she thought dazedly.
She had almost forgotten these feelings existed. For years she had lived like a soulless person, trapped in a cage of a marriage that offered nothing but emptiness and quiet resentment.
