The rain was pouring hard that Friday night, drumming against the windows like it wanted to break in. Hadassa’s phone lit up with Victor’s text: “Come now. I need that pussy.”
She didn’t even reply. She just grabbed her keys, threw on a short dress with nothing underneath, and drove through the storm. By the time she reached his apartment, her thighs were already slick. The thought of him waiting, hard and ready, had her c**t throbbing the whole way.
Victor opened the door before she could knock. He was completely naked, c**k standing thick and heavy, veins pulsing along the shaft. He stroked it slowly as he looked at her, eyes dark with raw hunger.
“Strip,” he ordered.
Hadassa stepped inside, rain dripping from her hair. She pulled the dress over her head in one move and stood there b
