Original sin Stories

I woke to the sound of clatter downstairs, of clunking from the backyard seeping in through my window. Good, Stan and Bri were cleaning up the mess. My cunt ached, and the memories of the night before started sneaking in. Had I showered? Was I still wearing Gordie’s crusted cum on my chest? Had it all just been a bad dream? What fucking time was it? I tried to sit up, but as soon as I moved, pain hammered violently throug...