BOOK 3: Chapter 25: Ripped Panties
Nothing else matters again anymore. She knows she should actually be questioning herself if she doesn’t return back to this. But right now, she feels like she has been overtaken. Her mind spins in dizzying circles, tangled with thoughts she can no longer control. She’s finally lost her grip—given in. All she can think about now is the memory of his mouth on her p***y, the brutal rhythm of his huge d**k pounding, slamming into her like a force of nature. Her mind isn’t hers anymore; she moves through the house on autopilot, trying to arrange things while waves of sensation echo through her like phantom touches. She’s still living in the memory of what happened just hours ago.
He had some important thing to handle—whatever it was—so he’d gone back to his
