Monday, the day of the surgery

Danielle walks out of the bedroom holding a small bag filled with some clothes and other stuff. You’ve got a small bag as well, which contains some clothes for you. You’re going to the hospital for Danielle’s surgery.

You don’t know how many times you fucked Danielle this weekend. You fucked her on the couch, in the bedroom, on the kitchen counter and in the shower. You filled her mouth and pussy with your semen again and again. You and Danielle were exhausted every night because of the amount and length of your fuck sessions.

“Got everything?” you ask her.

“I think so,” Danielle answers. “You’ve got everything I expect?”

“I do,” you answer.

“You really don’t have to stay. You can use my car to come visit me.”