One more week.

With only one week left, you plan to make the most of it and call in sick to work. That way you can spend the whole day with Gemma, and make an absolute mess once again. You shudder to think of the amount of laundry she's had to do in the past three weeks to clean the cum-soaked carnage left on her bed, and, especially during the second week when she was having her period. That's one of the upsides of paying for a motel, you figure, the fact that some poor housekeeping staff has to deal with your excretions. You still haven't thought of a better alternative to the motel, but you'll cross that bridge when you get to it.

Just as you're about to head over to her house, your phone buzzes with a message from her:

Hey, I'm not really up for it today. Could you please not come around?

Though disappointed, you figure one day off after a 22-day streak of marathon sex is not the worst thing in the world, and your dick has been feeling pretty sore lately. You call the office and tell them you're feeling much better, and then head in for a day of work where your head is filled with thoughts of cumming in Gemma's amazing pussy.