Jane lay back naked, the only hair on her entire body a thin line across her brows. She looked fucked, covered in sweat and something sticky. Light from the window cut across her and the bed in narrow bands.
“You said you’re out tonight?” His voice came from the kitchen, echoing down the hallway.
“Hm? Yeah. Work thing.” She shifted on the bed. “Why, what are you lining up now?”
Heavy footsteps, then he appeared in the doorway, naked, cock hanging, holding a plate with leftover sausages.
“That pussy I mentioned last week wants me to come over after work,” he said, like he was talking about groceries.
Jane sat up, her eyebrows straightening while the rest of her face stayed smooth. “Pussy? You’re meeting girls now?”
He shrugged. “No. The guy from Grindr, calls himself a pussy. I showed you.”
She stared at him for a second, then snorted. “Isn’t it meant to be a bussy with guys?”
“You know what I mean.”
Jane fell back against the pillows with a short laugh. “You just fucked me into another dimension. How do you still have energy?”
He shrugged, then lifted the plate slightly. “Want a sausage?”
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and shoved her feet into pink slippers. “I’ve had enough sausage for one day.”
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