~ Rosette~
The next morning wasn’t any different.
I woke up to a bad headache, a really bad one like I’ve been hit a million times straight to the brain. It was probably from the hangover, the sleepless nights, or just too much finger- f*****g.
I lay there for a while, staring at the canopy above the bed as a dim light slipped through the tall window. My thighs were still aching, my p***y still felt swollen, my fingers sore.
I could still feel that raw heat lingering in my blood. And as much as I would love to finger myself one more time.
I knew I couldn’t.
It wouldn't work.
No matter how deep I go.
How sore I got.
How fast.
How brutal.
It wasn’t enough for this kind of heat.
Not even close.
I dragged myself out of the bed, my legs felt like jelly.
I managed to pull on
