It's exactly twenty-four hours since the hot burglar f****d me.
Since he had his big black c**k inside of me, screwing my wet p***y like it was some wild leaking nuts.
Hard.
Like he owned it.
And for the wildest hours after, all I did was fantasize about him. Argue myself with good reasons why I needed him to f**k me again. And bad reasons why I should lock my shaky legs far from his fat c**k.
Except now, I'm dressed in sexy lingerie, news pieces I secretly bought while shopping with Luke’s mother earlier today. And f**k, I'm wearing it for another man.
A petty criminal.
I walk over to the window and open it. Wide. Till nothing in my room seems hidden. I toss my curtain to the side. His house is dark as ever.
I catwalk to my bed and sit on the edge, the main object of the wi
