Jessica was in the bathroom, getting ready for bed on her fourth night without him. Sitting on the toilet, she looked at her cell phone and searched for signs of him on social media. There was none. The last post from two days ago indicated that he was still in Italy. This worried her and her insecurities began to hurt her to death, even though she believed he would never leave her like this, not after everything they'd been through and done.

A quick look at the toilet paper confirmed what she already knew: she was ovulating. In a flash, her thoughts returned to him and, as he used to tell her, there was no better taste than hers. And she'd never had someone love her fluids so much. The things he did to her with his mouth... Jessica squeezed her thighs together in desperation, feeling herself getting wet, and made a guttural sound with her throat in frustration.

After leaving the bathroom, she went to her bedroom and undressed. Her body was tall and skinny and her shoulder-length dark brown hair was a little curly. Her small breasts, which had caused so many men to refuse her, were his favorite toys, and that made her love them; now she touched them with pleasure rather than sadness. But it was her legs, long and slim, that he preferred. She knew this without him ever having confessed it. Jessica dressed for bed as usual: just a loose, old T-shirt over her naked body. She lay down, switched off the light, turned over on her stomach, hugged her pillow and quickly fell asleep. Despite the anguish she felt, all the physical and emotional fatigue of the day had overcome her.

She didn't know what time it was when she woke up to find herself embraced by a warm body, an arm under her neck, another over her right shoulder and her neck being passionately kissed. That smell, that arm hair, that hard penis against her ass, that hairy leg over her thigh. It was him, she knew, right? Jessica tried to vocalize "is that you, baby?" but nothing came out. She let herself be carried away by those arms and that mouth that kissed her closer and closer to her chin. His left hand squeezed the nipple of her right breast over the worn fabric of her T-shirt, his right hand caressed her belly, moving closer and closer to her womb. He turned her over and climbed on top of her. His mouth sought out Jessica's and their tongues licked, recognizing each other. Lips were sucked and pecked, and saliva was abundant there. While all this was going on, that hard cock was resting on her belly and she could feel her skin getting wet there. Then he began to move slowly down Jessica's body. As he went down, his mouth kissed her chin, neck, collarbone, chest, her right breast. A delicious hickey on her nipple. The skin between her breasts, her left breast. A gentle nip on her nipple. His tongue trailing down her belly to her navel. Hands trailing down the side of her body, always next to his head. Her pelvis. Jessica automatically bends her legs, knees pointing to the ceiling. She feels so wet, her ovulation and arousal doing their work to please him. In the darkness, the sound of him licking her seems amplified. Her egg-white mucus and his salivating mouth making a mess. His fingers in her, his mouth eating her and the loud sounds of his fluids make her have an intense orgasm, so madly desired.

He wastes no time in climbing back on top of her, dragging his body along her. Penetration takes place almost immediately. She's so wet and open with anticipation that his hard cock enters her almost without friction. Jessica has barely recovered from her orgasm and lets out a cry of pleasure, almost as if her orgasm had been reactivated. Resting his hands on the bed next to her head, arms outstretched, head tilted towards hers, he begins to fuck her at an intense pace. Jessica pulls her knees towards herself to give him more room to go deeper. Which he does. With every pump he hits her deep inside. The sound is deafening. Their breathing increases and the rhythm never stops. She starts to come again in an even more intense orgasm, moaning loudly and then he stops, deep inside her, filling her with his hot load. He falls to the side, and pulls her to him, the two bodies in a shell, their juices dripping out of her.

She wakes up to the first rays of light streaming through the curtains. She turns around but sees no one. Her heart begins to feel heavy, her eyes moist, her lips tight... Then, coming from the kitchen, she hears the sound of dishes clattering. "Hon, is that you?" "Yes, Jess! Come on, breakfast is ready!" Tears finally fall down her face and onto the sheets. The heaviness in her heart dissipates and a warmth invades her chest, coming from her womb. She can't help it and brings her hand to the middle of her thighs and feels so wet and swollen... "Hon, come here, please..."

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