I woke up on the cold gym bench that I'd rested on, and slept off on hours ago.
Alone.
I don't even know how I didn't remember to go back into my f*****g room.
The harsh and very bright overhead lights were still on, throwing back my reflection at me from every mirror like it's a f*****g porn audition. My leggings were twisted, and my bra were soaked with sweat that'd now gone cold. My thighs ached. My p***y still throbbed with that low vibration that hadn’t stopped since he’d left me after finger-f*****g my brains out on this same floor hours ago.
I sat up slowly, and my head was pounding, the memory of his fingers inside me slammed back into my chest like some flashback that came at the wrong right time.
He’d made me c*m my brains out.
Then he’d said starting tomorrow night.
I do
