That night I didn’t sleep much.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jessica on her knees between my thighs, the way her tongue danced in my mouth , how she licked my p***y circled me slowly before plunging in like she owned my body. I could still feel the weight of her hands gripping my thighs, forcing me open, keeping me still while she devoured me like it was something holy.
How my body opened up to her and my Moans .
I wasn’t holy. I was ashamed. I was soaked in it. I touched myself again that night, but it wasn’t enough. My body wanted more. Not just the s*x. The control. The commands. The danger.
By morning, I was already wet.
A package was waiting for me by the door. No name, no delivery slip, but I didn’t need one as I already knew who got access to me and it made my p***y ting
