Diana could not sleep again. Two days had passed since that hot kiss in the dark hallway, and her body still remembered every second. The way Marcus had pinned her against the wall. The way his thick c**k had pressed against her. The way his fingers had brushed her soaked panties before the lights ruined everything.
She had touched herself every night since, but it was never enough. Her p***y stayed wet and needy, aching for the real thing. For him.
Tonight, she was done waiting.
It was past midnight. The building was quiet. Diana stood in front of her mirror, heart pounding. She slipped off her clothes and put on only a short black silk robe that barely reached the bottom of her ass. No panties. No bra. Her full breasts moved freely under the thin fabric, n*****s already hard. She slid
