Easter Sunday

We were spent, finished, done. The party was over.

He was lying prostrate on the bed, exhausted from two days of being well, really violated. I got down between his legs and sucked on his. Soft, sticky cock until he rose again, rock hard, like a slick, shiny rail.

“There is the Easter miracle,” I announced. "Rising from the dead."

We laughed.

We hugged and kissed with Mathew’s huge boner sticking into my stomach.

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