Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies...a chance to clean up...

Leah teetered on the edge between brutal shame and the wild, illicit afterglow melting her bones. The bathroom echoed with the ghosts of their sex: the sharp staccato of her ass smacking against Howard’s groin, her own breathy little whimpers, his ragged, animal grunts. The whole room stank of him now, and her, and the scent of janitorial bleach barely managed to blunt the reek of cum splattered across her thighs and dripping, inexorably, down her legs.