The house was dead silent. It was well past midnight, and the only sound was my own heartbeat thundering in my ears as I crept down the hallway. Mark had left hours ago. Good. I didn’t want anyone else around for what I was about to do. I’d waited long enough. Watching Cane f**k that man had broken something inside me — or maybe awakened the filthy slut I’d always been. My p***y hadn’t stopped dripping since I left his room earlier. The image of his huge, c*m-slick c**k was burned into my brain.
I wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely reached the bottom of my ass. No bra. No panties. My heavy t**s swayed freely under the thin fabric, n*****s already stiff and aching. With every step, my slick thighs rubbed together, and fresh p***y juice ran down my legs in warm, sticky trails
