CAMILLA
Oh my…
I found my heat, wet and throbbing and I gasped, my head tilting back as I dragged two fingers through my slick folds.
My c**t pulsed beneath the pads of my fingers, aching for the friction I’d denied myself all week.
I circled it slowly, deliberately, then dipped lower, coating my fingers in the proof of just how badly I wanted him, still wanted him.
The memory of his body against mine, the way he growled my name into my neck, the tension that snapped when he talked dirty to me…
I bit my lip and moaned softly, sliding a finger inside myself, then another, imagining it was his c**k instead, thick and relentless, stretching me open.
My hips rolled instinctively, chasing the rhythm, the release, the echo of him.
He made me furious. He made me wild, and I wanted him
