CHAPTER NINE
"f**k, f**k, f**k," May groaned as she squirmed on the couch, her hips tilted up to allow her finger unimpeded entrance to her aching v****a. She plunged her finger in and out harder and harder. The harder her finger thrusts were, though, the greater her desire seemed to build in her body.
May had to admit it wasn't in her head anymore. Her raging fire was between her legs. Her hot box was dictating her movements, not her brain. But May was willing to surrender to that if she could get the satisfaction she desired.
As her finger darted in and out between the soft, swollen lips of her v****a, she imagined what Alex's c**k had looked like the last time she had seen it.
His prick was little and soft when it was resting, which wasn't often. But usually it was half hard and at
