Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -... Apr 2026

He groaned. But when she looked up at him with that little smirk, he knew he was a dead man. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

They arrived Friday evening. By the time Alex had the fire going, she had already changed into his favorite sweater—the one that hung off her shoulder—and was pouring two glasses of red wine. "Relax," she whispered, guiding him to the worn leather couch.

The first round was slow, deliberate. Shaiden knelt between his legs on the fluffy rug, her dark hair spilling over his lap as she worked him with a maddening rhythm—eyes locked on his, pausing only to whisper, "Watch me." By the time he finished, his head was thrown back against the couch, and she was licking her lips. "One," she counted.

Then her hand found his thigh. "You know," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, "I’ve been thinking about this drive up here all week. Watching you concentrate on the road. Your jaw. Your hands on the wheel." Her fingers traced higher. "I’ve been patient." Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...

Alex laughed nervously. "Patient? You tried to pull over at the last three rest stops."

She didn’t ask. She took.

The Long Weekend

Shaiden had other plans.

That one left him gripping the counter for support. "Shaiden… I literally can’t."

"And you said no." Her smile was pure wickedness. "But now we’re here. No cell service. No neighbors. Just you and me… and my growing need to drain every last bit of stress out of you." He groaned

Shaiden’s laugh filled the car. "Oh, honey. Next weekend. I’m just getting started." End.

She reached over and squeezed his knee. "And you love it."