Cherry Locked (Book One)

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I pleasure him again before bed. Going slower this time. The same soul-curdling, eye-rolling expression possesses Jace. I perform the machine technique gradually enough to extend the duration of his thunderous cries of bliss. How can he ejaculate so much? Where is he getting all the fluid from? He's on a porn star level! Does he take something?

I count twelve off loads of sizzling paste and gobble down each. I love how he passes out afterward.

At dawn, I go to the gym since Jace is still sleeping. It's time to whip my body back into shape. The gymnasium is rustic wood with a metal ceiling.

I sit on the floor in skimpy workout clothes and start with the hamstring stretch on each leg for 30 seconds. Cobra, for my stomach and back muscles.

I lie on my belly with my hands flat on the floor, directly under my shoulders, and do a point stretch. Butterfly Stretch. Standing Quad Stretch. Lying Knee-to-Chest, kneeling hip flexor stretch. I used to be able to put my leg behind my head and contort my body like the girl from the Ring movie. I need to get that back before trying any sex positions Jace saw.

I go on reestablishing my body's flexibility. I'm stiff. I'll have to do this for about a week to regain my loosened muscles. The session lasts 30 minutes and ends with calf: leg, and high knees exercises. I practice a handstand for ten seconds. I do a half cartwheel to stand the right way up. "I'm out of shape." I labor my breathing.