MONICA
I buried my face in the sheets, my breath hot and shaky, my body desperate. My hips rocked against the pillow under me, grinding shamelessly, the fabric dragging against my swollen c**t. A cry ripped out of me before I could stop it, muffled when I bit down on the sheets. God, I was so wet it soaked straight through, but I didn’t care.
“Tony…” I whimpered, clutching the pillow tighter, f*****g it harder as if it could ever compare to him. Every rub sent sparks up my spine, every drag of the pillow made me imagine his c**k splitting me open. My legs trembled, my ass up in the air as I humped faster, chasing that filthy edge. “God—f**k me, Tony… please, please…”
The sounds spilling out of me were obscene—sloppy, wet, animalistic—but I couldn’t stop. My p***y throbbed for him, a
