The White Housewives' Slút Club (8)
All I could do was nod and whimper as I collapsed into it. My body welcomed every push, every slap of heat and hunger. I’d forgotten what it meant to be truly touched.
“You love how we use this pretty little cúnt, don’t you?” Henry’s voice poured over me. I didn’t even see him move, but suddenly he was in front of me again, eyes burning, his hand cradling my face like I was something precious.
“I—I can’t think,” I whispered, a desperate laugh spilling from my lips. “My body’s... it’s not mine anymore.”
Steven growled behind me. “It’s ours now. Every fúcking inch.”
The next wave hit me.
This time, it was sudden, forceful, and impossible to contain. My thighs clenched, body shaking as I cried out. I didn’t even know it could feel like this. I was s
