Post-fuck ache has me fingering deep on silk sheets

He pounded me so deep last night that my legs are still shaky, but the ache between them won't quit. Now alone in bed, ponytail messy from his grip, I spread my thighs wide, white panties shoved aside to expose my dripping slit. My navel piercing glints as I grab my full breast, pinching the pierced nipple until I whimper, fingers circling my swollen clit needy for more. I rock my hips up, owned by the lingering heat he left inside me, sliding two fingers in slow at first, then faster, gasping as the wetness soaks the sheets. My other hand kneads harder, body arching, chasing that release he denied me one more time—cumming hard with his name on my lips, still craving his cock.