"That was… intense," she thought, closing her eyes. "Though also a little fast."
But given the circumstances, Mary knew she couldn't ask for more. Mark was drunk, confused, and yet he had still managed to make her happy.
While she was lost in her thoughts, something caught her attention.
Even though he was deeply asleep, Mark's cock remained completely hard. It hadn't gone down even a centimeter.
Mary stared at it for a long time. And when she saw it still hadn't softened, an idea crossed her mind.
If that night was going to be the only chance she would ever have to be with him, she was going to make the most of it.
After everything she had done, the lies, the deception, letting herself be used as if she were someone else, she couldn't sink any lower.
So she carefully moved until she was kneeling between Mark's legs.
She leaned over the cock in front of her and stuck out her tongue. At first she only gave timid licks, as if she were tasting an ice cream.
