The next day I woke up feeling greedy. My body still hummed from everything we’d done, sore in the best way, p***y tender and a little swollen, ass still remembering how Kyle had stretched it open, but lying in my own bed wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted to invade their space. I wanted to smell their sheets where they’d jerked off thinking about me and see the crumpled tissues or the crusty socks they probably used when they couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted to mark their rooms the way they’d marked me, with my scent, my wetness, and my c*m dripping everywhere.
I didn’t text them. I just got up, showered quickly, and picked the tiniest white sundress I owned. The cotton was so thin it felt like wearing nothing. It hugged my t**s tight, the neckline low enough that the tops of my areolas
