I feel your hand, caress my leg, and I moan from the pleasure. Your hand continues its ascent up until it whispers across my ass, and then I cry out when you remove it completely, only to cry out again as you bring your hand back down to slap my ass. I turn to look at you, and when only moments before I couldn't even comprehend moving, I'm now aching to feel your dick inside of me again.
"You really are an insatiable bitch, aren't you?" Erin asks as she slides off the bed.
"Maybe I am," I smile at her, then realize she's gathering her clothes. "Where are you going?"
"You might be used to having your ass kicked all over the bed, but I'm not, I really can't move. I need a break. Give me a call tomorrow night, I wanna come back."
"Oh, come on," I say, grabbing her hand, trying to convince her to stay. I watch you get up and walk into the bathroom, then I hear the shower start. "What's another couple hours? Stick around."
"Seriously, I can't. I'm already worn out, and I have a long day tomorrow. Call me tomorrow evening, I would love to be invited back to play," she says as she finishes dressing and leans down to kiss me. Her fingers dance along my cheek and play in my hair.
I move my hands up her legs, under her skirt and just as my fingers graze her ass, she steps away from me. "Stop it, I'm serious, I need to go recover, I think a nice long bath will do me wonders."
"We could arrange that here," I suggest.