The days after that long afternoon in Abigail’s bed turned into a blur of pure need. Their secret burned hotter every single hour. They became completely addicted to each other’s bodies, chasing pleasure whenever and wherever they could.
They woke up in the middle of the night tangled in each other’s arms, fingers already sliding between wet thighs, f*****g quietly but desperately until they both came shaking. During the day, risky texts flew back and forth—Abigail sending a quick photo of her fingers buried in her soaked p***y from the bathroom, Suzy replying with a video of her rubbing her c**t in the kitchen while whispering Abigail’s name. When one had to run errands, they stayed connected on video call, watching each other masturbate, moaning softly until they both finished, eyes loc
