Sky could barely walk.
Her legs wobbled with every step, her p***y ached, sore and swollen and still stuffed with the memory of Xavier’s c**k. She could feel him everywhere.
She was ruined.
Destroyed.
And she loved it.
But right now? All she wanted was to crawl into bed, bury herself in a blanket, and just… pass the f**k out.
No Xavier.
No punishment.
No filthy, devastating, orgasm-destroying chaos.
Just sleep.
She pushed open the door to her apartment, her body slumped forward, her heels clicking weakly on the hardwood floor. Her hair was a mess. Her blouse half-buttoned. Her inner thighs were sticky, her skin flushed, and she didn’t even care anymore.
She just needed.
“YES, f**k! f**k ME HARDER!”
“OH, f**k! f**k, YES—RIGHT THERE!”
Sky froze.
Her eyes shot wide open.
No.
