" As soon I stop moving, Scarlet lays down on top of me, nuzzling into my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, stroking her back, still balls deep inside her pussy.
It’s a strange sensation.
Cuddling.
We’re fucking cuddling.
What the hell happened to my life? "

― J.M. Darhower , Grievous (Scarlet Scars, #2)