Isadora
The moment I got into my room, my wobbling legs moved to the bed.
I crashed into it, spreading my thighs wide apart while leading my hand to my already dripping p***y.
My p***y was still throbbing, still dripping and leaking from the way Richard had grabbed my waist, pulled me up and smashed my back against his chest.
The way his hoarse voice had grazed my ear, and the way his fat c**k had pressed against my ass like he wanted to f**k me, yet held himself with so much restraint.
I could still feel the wetness of my p***y dripping down my thighs, and right now all I wanted to do was quench the burning desire and f**k myself to the thoughts of him till I came so hard on my fingers.
I should go into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and stay there until I got the memories of hi
