I did not move at all.
I stood bent over the side of the bed.
My cheek pressed hard into the damp duvet. The ruined cotton panties clung to my skin, twisted and stuck there, wet. My scent filled the room. It was thick and very filthy.
My p***y throbbed in slow, painful waves. It felt empty and needy. Wetness was forming, ready to drop.Those drops hit the hardwood floor with soft, wet sounds. It was so loud someone outside could hear them.
The door creaked open. It barely moved, but in the total silence, the sound was loud.
His bare feet stepped across my floorboards. He walked slowly and with purpose. Each step made a dull thud. That vibration traveled up through the mattress springs and right into my ribs. The heat from his body reached the backs of my thighs. It felt like a fur
