One Last Cuddle

****WARNING - This post contains explicit language and sexual language**** Just wanted to make sure that was out there before anyone read any further.  I was given this writing prompt by a friend and she was happy with the response.  I hope you enjoy it was well. Day 8 of the 31 day writing challenge.

Prompt - You wake up next to a stranger’s body.  Tell me what happened that has you next to it.

Marah stretches and yawns, snuggling closer to the man behind her.  Memories of the previous night flood her mind and she runs her hands down her naked body.  She feels the stickiness that lingers on her body and smiles to herself.  She rolls over, draping an arm and a leg over the man.  She can’t remember his name but it doesn’t really matter anymore.  Running her hand down his chest and burying her face in his neck, she sighs.  I hate that they can’t stay warm until I leave.  She opens her eyes and looks at his face.  Hmmm, this one was more handsome than the others were but they are all disposable.  She traces the lines of his face with her fingers, sliding her finger inside his mouth. Biting her lip, she remembers him insider her the night before.  Like most men, he was so easy to pick up especially with a promise of free liquor and free pussy.  Running her hands down his body, she reaches for his now flaccid cock and moans thinking about her orgasm last night.  Nothing makes her cum harder than plunging the ice pick into their neck, while she rides them.  Looking at his blood splattered face, she feels herself getting turned on again.  Hoping she has some time to relive the memory and cum again she glances over at the clock, damn she sees that it is almost 5 am.  Damn, damn, damn, she needs to get up and get home.  She has to shower and get her daughter off to school.  Plus, she was due in court by 10.