RILEY
Every time I see him now I have to clench my thighs so I don’t drip down my legs in broad daylight.
That’s how bad it’s gotten after just one day. My body is a traitor. One look at Damien across the fence and my p***y clenches like it remembers the fantasy from last night better than I do. I woke up this morning already wet, thighs slick, n*****s tight against my tank top. The ache from edging myself raw yesterday hasn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it’s worse. Deeper. Like my body knows he’s right next door and is punishing me for not having him yet.
Day two of Mom’s vacation, and I couldn’t wait until evening. I disabled the battery in my car myself — just a quick disconnect so it wouldn’t start. Then I walked over in cutoff denim shorts and a thin white tank top, no bra, hair st
