Post-coital languor

Drained, you slump to the side, pulling your cock out of the redhead's sweet ass. She gives a whimpering purr and turns her face to you for a kiss, her hair tousled and her skin glowing with perspiration. The two of you devour each other's mouths for a moment, gasping greedily.

"Oh God that was....so....oh God so fucking incredible!" Grace moans as you finally break the kiss, pulling her close to you as you hug her.

"You were fantastic Grace," you say gently, petting her lithe body.

"Was I? Was I really? Oh God thank you so much Mr. Carter!" she says happily, snuggling closer and kissing you again and again. "You make me so happy Sir! I love being your little schoolgirl slut! Thank you so much! I love you!"

You return her kisses and keep fondling her but you can't stop the return of the cold feeling of unease at her obsession. She shows no signs of getting tired or bored with you, if anything she seems to grow more infatuated with each fuck. This will not end well, you tell yourself. Regardless of how it ends, it will not end well.