MONICA
I buried my face in the sheets, my breath hot and shaky, my body desperate. My hips rocked against the pillow under me, grinding shamelessly, the fabric dragging against my swollen clit. A cry ripped out of me before I could stop it, muffled when I bit down on the sheets. God, I was so wet it soaked straight through, but I didn’t care.
“Tony…” I whimpered, clutching the pillow tighter, f*****g it harder as if it could ever compare to him. Every rub sent sparks up my spine, every drag of the pillow made me imagine his c**k splitting me open. My legs trembled, my ass up in the air as I humped faster, chasing that filthy edge. “God—f**k me, Tony… please, please…”
The sounds spilling out of me were obscene—sloppy, wet, animalistic—but I couldn’t stop. My p***y throbbed for him, a
