I Tried to Touch Myself Thinking of My Brother-in-Law
That night in my apartment I can’t take it anymore.
Ethan is out with friends again. He texted me “Sleep well, princess” like I’m five years old.
I strip naked and lie on my bed, legs spread. My fingers slide down to my soaked p***y. I’m dripping just from remembering Liam’s words.
I circle my c**t, imagining it’s his tongue. I push two fingers inside, pretending they’re his thick c**k.
It feels good for a moment… but it’s not enough. My fingers are too small, too gentle. I can’t reach that spot I know Liam would destroy.
I rub faster, moaning softly. “Liam… f**k…”
The orgasm that finally comes is weak and leaves me even more frustrated. I’m still empty. Still aching. Still thinking about my fiancé’s brother.
I need more.
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