DELILAH POVI woke up the next morning with anger sitting heavy in my chest like a rock I couldn’t swallow. My eyes opened slowly and the first thing I felt was that hot, tight feeling behind my ribs. Last night kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried to push it away. After Nico walked out and closed the door on me, I stayed there naked on the bed for a long time, breathing fast, body still buzzing. I was so worked up, so frustrated, that I tried to fix it myself. I lay back, spread my legs, and touched myself thinking about him. My fingers moved over my clit, then inside, imagining it was his thick fingers or his mouth instead. I even grabbed my phone and put on those dirty videos I used to watch back in D.C. — the rough ones where big strong men talk dirty and take control. I watched one, then another, rubbing faster, pinching my nipples, trying to chase that release. But nothing worked. My body didn’t care about the videos. It only wanted Nico. Only his touch, his voic
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