The carpet felt rough under Roy’s bare knees. He couldn’t see through the stocking covering his eyes, but could smell her raw odor just inches from his harsh breath, teasing him with its fragrant proximity. She had been especially rough on his virgin flesh, taking extra care to thoroughly welt his backside to a glowing, burning red; then, loving and tender, whispering soft words and caressing his tear stained face while he kneeled between her legs by the side of the bed. All was forgiven. She wrapped her leg behind his head, drawing him in to worship at her moist altar; it was as holy water to a dying man’s lips.
 

IT'S A WRAP!