By afternoon the air in the house hung thick with the raw, sticky scent of everything we’d done—p***y juice dried on skin, spit, sweat, and that sharp tang of repeated orgasms that refused to fade. My thighs were sticky, my c**t still swollen and hypersensitive from the endless edging, every step sending a jolt straight to my core. I hated her more than ever. Hated the way she lounged on the wide bed in the master bedroom like she owned every inch of me now, completely n***d, legs spread just enough to show her puffy, glistening cunt lips still pouting from earlier a***e. Those massive t**s rested heavy on her ribs, n*****s dark and puffy, marked with my teeth prints. She looked like a well-f****d goddess and I wanted to slap her and beg her to ruin me again in the same breath.
“You look
