Her pussy tightened around Covid’s cock, and his grunting made it tighten further. She’d never experienced anything like it, and as she came her entire body spasmed and she writhed around like a bumble ball with no off switch.
A firm hand cracked against her ass and Covid grunted like a thunderclap. He filled her with love lotion, which oozed out instantly and spread right across the floor. That will, without a doubt, thought Alexa, take a long time to clean up.
But Alexa didn’t care. She’d just been fucked like she’d never been fucked before. She felt amazing. She felt alive. She felt…
What was this feeling?
A warmth, both inside and out.
Bubbly, like cola, ran through her veins.
As Covid wrapped her up in his arms like she was the filling in a burrito, she realised that she never wanted to be apart from him. She wanted to spend eternity encased in his warming warmth.
Was this… love?
She’d never felt it before. Lust, absolutely, but love?
Never.
So, was this it?
Was it?
Was… it…?
She looked up into Covid’s eyes and he stared right back.
Her heart raced. Sweat poured from her pores.
He had, undoubtedly, taken her breath away.
For the rest of the evening Alexa and Covid remained in their embracing embrace, barely able to take their eyes away from one another. Gone were Alexa’s worries. No more did she mourn Dr Gurtlychund. Missing was her aching to be savaged vaginally.
She had listened to her heart, and vagina, and allowed herself to succumb to Covid’s charm. She had ignored what her head had said, the dread, and instead… she had embraced love.
She lay still and listened to Covid’s heart.
And she closed her eyes.
And she rested.
And rested.
And—
About The Author
M.J. Edwards
During the Coronavirus pandemic of 2020 M.J. Edwards turned her hand to writing, combining the two biggest parts of her life at that moment: the virus and sex.
She hopes that you enjoy this book. Any similarities to real life situations are purely coincidental. She lives in Surrey with her husband and nineteen ferrets.
