Insatiable Cravings
My room door swung open to chaos: clothes spilling from cases, books toppled, my pink vibrator half-buried under a jumper like a guilty secret.
He dumped the box on the bed, straightening with a grunt. "Right, let's get this sorted. Can't have my precious girl living in squalor." Precious girl. The words dripped possession, wrapping around me like chains. He started unpacking—methodical, strong hands ripping tape, lifting heavy textbooks one-handed. I knelt beside him, arse towards the mirror, skirt riding high as I folded tops. Every time he reached across, his knuckles brushed the side of my tit—once, twice, accidental-on-purpose. The third time, his palm grazed full-on, cupping the unders
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