Sir / Sunday evening

We've done our duties. We're at home. I can barely string a sentence together, my cunt is so sore, my body hurts. It hurts to talk. 

We make up our bed and lie in it. I kiss his mouth, he tells me that I'm kissing about three foot too high and I hear him unbuckle his belt.

My lips happily find his cock and his fingers find my cunt and every time he touches me its like fucking ecstasy. It couldn't feel any better. It always feels so good.

I'm over used and marked and home. Abandoned on our doorstep. Like some misspent adventure.

He fucks me on my knees, strong, deep, this won't take long. It never does with him. It never does. I beg to come. I whisper. I release and I empty out. He holds me tightly. I needed it so badly. I need. I always need. I always want. Im greedy and revolting but at least I'm always his.