Pillow Drinks || Devlin & Fallon
Fallon rolled off of the sweaty body that lied beneath her, she was too sweaty herself to even notice anything besides the ragged breaths from each naked individual. This time she had been the one to call him. Her body had yearned for contact the whole entire day and rather searching for someone at a bar, she could get someone that she knew could satisfy her. She wasn’t going to praise him and say that he’s the best she’s ever had but there was a quality about him that made her want to always come back to him, begging... leaping for more of him. Pulling the sheet off her chest, she reached for one of her dirty shirts and pulled it over her body. The hem line going over her bottom, and covering the ends of her matted hair. “That was fun,” she said staring back at his naked body, glistening in whatever light had passed through the curtains –– the sight alone was something to get her turned on again.
Prior her asking him to come over, she made it part of her mission to turn off her phone, she didn’t want any annoying clients getting through to her and distracting her. “I’ll be back,” she said, leaving him stripped and alone on her bed. Shaking her head, she knew she did good tonight. And while she’s had a buddy she occasionally fucked before, the head with Devlin was unmatchable. It was something that she couldn’t get her head around and she was intoxicated by the mere thought of him doing whatever he please with her. Pouring herself a glass of whiskey, she poured him one too, being the gracious host as always. Walking back to her shoe hole of a room, she sat on the edge of his side of the bed, extending her arm with the drink and shaking it lightly. “Look what I have... You interested in a drink?”
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