Bailey bit her lip. Her manicured fingers brushed against her leaking core. She weighed her breast in her hand, heavy with want.
"Spencer," all she saw was him. Tentatively, she let her fingers slip between her slit as she rubbed it gently.
"Ah,"
Spencer...she bit her lip so hard it bled. Just his name was an aphrodisiac to her. He was strong and tall, yet gentle with her. His kisses were drops of Ecstasy and his cock...
She moaned.
"Spencer. My Spencer."
No one else did it for her like he did. The few times it had gotten far enough...she craved him. Inside of.her body, inside of her mind.
Unconsciously, her finger carressed her c**t.
She rubbed the ball of nerves. "Spencer, ah! Yes!"
She knew he wasn't home. Her body hummed. She closed her eyes, and relaxed. Then she pictured him
