Betty
I laid on the couch in our apartment, the silence pressing in like a heavy blanket since Mark left for his work trip. It had only been a couple of days but my body ached with need, a deep, insisten throb between my legs that no amount of scrolling through my phone could distract me from.
My p***y felt slick already, just from the memories creeping in…Mark's hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, his c**k slamming into me without mercy. God, I needed that. I needed to be taken, used, broken down until I was begging.
My fingers slipped under the waistband of my shorts before I could think twice. I spread my legs wider, the cool air hitting my wet folds as I pushed two fingers inside. They slid in easily, coated in my arousal, and I pumped them in and out, curling them to hit
