s*x.
I was addicted to it, it was something my body couldn't go without for long periods of time. Something my body yearned and craved for. Something that angered me because I couldn't help it.
Whenever I denied my body from its pleasure it will always find a way to torture me.
And that's why the ache between my thighs had become a constant reminder of my three weeks without Nicolos’s thick c**k stretching me open, without his rough hands pinning my wrists while he pounded into me until I screamed.
My p***y clenched at the memory, dripping shamefully down my inner thighs even now as I lay sprawled across my tangled sheets. I was naked except for the tiny black thong that barely covered my swollen c**t, the thin fabric already soaked through. My n*****s were hard, aching peaks begging
