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Remnants

I always wondered what ran through his mind as he watched the way his cock pleasured me.

It was never about him.

He admitted that much when he professed that his cock belonged to me as we spent hours desecrating one another.

Oft, he'd wake up solo in an empty bed with the smell of our love still lingering in the room.

I wondered how he felt having to wash the remnants of our love, the only trace of me that remained; all over his lips, fingers and cock.

He had no idea how much I revelled in the aftermath as my cunt remained swollen, and wet from the flashbacks.

The afterthoughts would sustain me, until next time, and I suspect he ran off the fumes until we both reignited that flame.
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