MAYA
I lay on Tristan’s bed for what felt like forever. My legs were still obscenely spread and my tiny lace thong ruined and clinging to my soaked p***y. His dried c*m was on my stomach, and my body throbbed with unfulfilled need.
The ache between my thighs was almost painful now, but it was nothing compared to the sharp crack in my chest.
He left.
He actually left me like this- desperate, dripping, begging for him- all because some “important” call came through. My eyes stung with angry tears as I slowly sat up, pulling the sheer nighty down with shaking hands.
The silence in his room felt suffocating. Broken. That’s how I felt. Completely broken and furious.
Did he even care about me? Did I mean anything to him beyond a quick tease? Was I ever his priority, or was I just some co
