Bab 237: One hell of a hypocrite

"Haaaa…."

Fay's long, exhausted but most importantly, satisfied sigh left her mouth and tickled the hair on my chest. 

"That was… amazing…" 

Her words, just like her breath, only served to further irritate my skin, bringing more fuel to the fires of my barely sated lust. 

But the weight of her sweaty, warm body was so comfortable, so soothing… 

Hidden from the outside world within a small tent located at the very edge of the camp from where Madam conducted her guerrilla warfare, I finally managed to soothe Fay's cravings. 

And according to her own words, I did a job well done. 

Still, even though there were some embers of excitement left in my loins, I simply couldn't get enough of the comfy feeling of just snuggling up with Fay, with my post-nut clarity only making me more sensitive for this kind of after-care.