Alice wakes up sore

Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of the caravan as I slowly woke up. Alice was still curled against me, her thick, warm body pressed along my side, one of her massive tits resting heavily on my chest. The sheets were a mess — dried cum stains, the scent of sex thick in the air. My cock was already half-hard just from the feel of her soft curves against me.

She stirred, letting out a soft groan as she stretched. “Mmm… fuck, I’m sore.”

I watched as she sat up slowly, wincing a little. Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement, nipples still a little puffy from all the attention they’d gotten. She reached between her thick thighs and winced again, fingers brushing her swollen pussy.

“Yeah… you fucked me pretty hard last night,” she said with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “My pussy’s throbbing this morning. In a good way, but… yeah. Sore.”

The reality of what we’d done hit harder in the daylight. Two deep creampies, no protection, and she’d already admitted she wasn’t on anything. The thought of my cum still deep inside her, the risk we’d taken, sent a fresh rush of heat through me even as a small voice in the back of my head reminded me how reckless it had been.

Alice must have seen the look on my face. She leaned down and kissed me slow and deep, her tongue sliding against mine as her hand drifted down to wrap around my cock. She gave it a firm, loving squeeze, stroking it to full hardness in seconds.

“Morning,” she whispered against my lips, still gently squeezing and stroking me. “I’m really sore… but I’m happy to give you my ass before you go, if you can handle another round.”

She kissed me again, deeper this time, moaning softly into my mouth as she pumped my cock. Her thick thighs shifted, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs.

“I understand if you’re worn out,” she added, voice husky but playful. “You’ve already filled me twice. I could probably wait until next time…”

She paused, biting her lip with that mischievous glint in her green eyes.

“Oh… next time?”

The way she said it made it clear she wasn’t just talking about a one-off fuck. She wanted more. She wanted this to happen again.

My cock throbbed hard in her hand at the thought — her offering her tight ass, the risk still hanging between us, the promise of “next time” already on the table.

Alice squeezed me again, slower this time, and kissed along my jaw.

“So… what do you want to do, Chris?”