Mira's Pov
It's been a month since that dinner night that Callum ripped off my soaked panties and fingered f****d my greedy cunt senseless, whispering about masked men double teaming the both of us like cheap whores.
I thought that was a breaking point in our stunted marriage, but I was dead ass wrong.
Every morning I'd wake up with a wet throbbing p***y- lips swollen, c**t pulsing, slick dripping between my thighs eager for a hard c**k but none came so I go back to sleep back at night unsatisfied.
Also, I was always eager when Callum left home for work. I'd quickly lock myself in our bedroom, panties on my ankles before his car even left the driveway.
Spreading my legs like a cheap w***e, panties restricting it, I attacked my swollen c**t while my secret stash of porn collection
