Eaten till exhaustion
Added 2025-05-27 01:00:04 +0000 UTCShe reclined against the couch, a pillow wedged beneath her lower back, trying to bear the sheer, pulling weight that rose from her middle. Her shorts still clung stubbornly around her knees, bunched and useless, a silent reminder of how far she’d pushed herself. Her shirt was plastered to her skin, damp with the effort, tracing every curve and swell as if painted on.
The room felt heavy, thick with warmth and the lingering scent of the empty kitchen. Her hair, darkened with sweat, clung in loose strands to her cheeks. Each slow breath shifted the great curve of her belly, round and tight as if it had claimed all the space it could. She didn’t fight it — she only slouched deeper into the cushions, eyes half-lidded, wearing the faintest, lazy smile of someone who had given herself over to her desires completely… and had nothing left to do but bask in it.
