Chapter SixElle's POVThe suspension dragged on like a bad dream I couldn't wake from. Day two at home, and the house felt smaller, walls closing in with Mom's snores echoing from the living room. I cleaned up more bottles that morning, the glass clinking as I dumped them in the bin outside. The air still stank of stale booze, even with windows open wide. Mom stirred once, mumbled something about getting better, but her eyes were glassy, unfocused. I nodded, but didn't believe it. My mind was elsewhere—on Roseanne, on that kiss in the art room, her lips soft against mine, her body arching under my touch yesterday. Fuck, fingering her had been heaven. Her pussy tight around my fingers, wet and hot, clenching as she came. I wanted more. To spread her legs wide, bury my tongue in her folds, taste her cum straight from the source. Make her beg for my strap, thrust deep till she forgot her own name.I paced my room, phone in hand. No texts from her yet. Was she thinking about it too? Regr
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