After you are gone, she cherishes the signs of where you still remained.
The pillow you lay on, she places her head, inhaling the scent left by you.
Runs her hands through the sheets you stained together with your combined mess of sweat, love and lust.
The small bruises on her skin, where you had roughly manhandled her. Her fingertips pressing into each of those bruises and feeling the remnants of a transcendent pain curated by your lust and love for her.
The divots in her skin, where your teeth had taken purchase with her flesh, and you had left your very individual, semi permanent ownership marks.
The taste of your spent cock in her mouth. Spent because she had made love to it with her mouth, tongue and lips and had felt you passionately erupt inside of her, emptying your ropes of love that coated the inside of her mouth and trickled down her throat.
She lies on her back, eyes closed with her hand resting on her owned cunt. She feels you vicariously through her own touch. Her touch of her tender vagina that has been so brutally used, where pleasure and pain collide as memories flood back of how you fucked her relentlessly.
Her pubic bone aches from you physically grinding against her.
The lips of her cunt swollen and red raw from being fucked incessantly for hours on end.
Her eyes remained closed, but she smiles as she feels that need, lust and desire of her swollen cunt as it begins to get wet once again.
She reaches for her phone to send you a message asking your permission to make herself cum again.
Her touch, her cunt, her need, her lust, her orgasms. Owned and controlled by you.
She smiles as she reads your short but simple reply.
”Yes my little whore, you may make your owned cunt cum again…”
She places the phone down, propped upright on a pillow, the camera facing her needy cunt, presses record and prepares to give you proof of her happily owned orgasm…
