The moon shines high outside the window of what used to be Veronica's bedroom and is now ours.
Veronica is lying on top of me, chest against chest, while my cum keeps dripping out of her ass and running down between her cheeks.
Yeah, ever since that day at the spa, when she asked me to take her from behind, it's like Veronica has almost forgotten she even has a pussy.
Having sex with her is the greatest pleasure in the world for me.
Not just physically, but emotionally too.
For those hours when I'm touching her, kissing her, fucking her, it's like every problem in the world just disappears.
And yet, this time feels different, even if I can't figure out why.
Or rather, I know exactly where this feeling is coming from.
I just don't understand why I feel this way.
One thing's for sure — Naomi has something to do with it.
