Eyes closed in my black lace after forgetting my name

I sat on the white bed in my black lace bra and panties, hands braced beside my hips, long hair falling over my shoulders. He had fucked me so good that I forgot my own name, the only thing left in my head was the way my cunt still pulsed from his thick cock. My eyes closed as the aftershocks rolled through me, my body owned and dripping wet into the lace. I needed him to come back and fill me again, my tits heavy and my choker reminding me exactly who I belonged to.