MY BOYFRIEND'S TEAM MATES 1.
The dress felt wrong.
Stacy held it against her body, studied her reflection, and dropped it onto the pile already consuming her bed.
Three months. Ninety-five days to be exact. She'd felt every single one.
Ninety-five whole days without her boyfriend Marcus. Ninety-five whole days without s*x. Her body was already sore and aching to be touched to be used.
Marcus would be back from his tournament today, and she couldn't wait to have him inside her. Feel him against her walls, stretching her out and singing praises of her p***y and how he wanted to remain inside her all day.
Her p***y throbbed provocatively, her thighs clenched together, as she released a soft hiss, revelling in their past memories.
She went back to the wardrobe.
Her fingers moved past
