The Christmas Party Weekend Part 3
A weekend of passion, sex and some decisions
Sunday Morning Dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight piercing the gloom. The muffled cries of pleasure from the other room jolted me awake, a painful reminder of the events that had transpired. Michelle’s moans were softer now, but they carried a raw, primal edge that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh God, Alan, yes,” her voice filtered through the door, breathless and filled with pleasure. “Just like that.” “Yes,” she ga...