I think I deserved your creampie

She's stretched across the sheets, thighs still trembling, a slow warmth spreading where you left your mark inside her. Forty-something and completely unashamed, she tilts her hips upward like she's keeping every drop of you right where it belongs.

Her fingers trace lazy circles near the wet heat between her legs, not cleaning up — savoring. The smudged mascara and satisfied curl of her mouth tell you she planned this from the moment she first looked at you.

She earned this. Every deliberate roll of those experienced hips, every low sound she pulled from your throat — she knew exactly what she was working toward.