Insatiable Cravings
Inhaled deep; his scent flooded me—sleep-warm skin, faint cum residue maybe from a pre-bed wank, that primal cock musk sharpening my senses.
"Thirsty," I breathed, setting the glass down shaky, "accidentally" brushing his arm. Electricity sparked skin-to-skin, my nipple grazing his chest hair. "You?"
"Thinking." His hand lifted the hem of my nightie casual-like, thumb stroking bare thigh inner. "About you. That kitchen shit earlier... bending over, no knickers. Flashing your pretty little cunt." Words dirty, possessive, breath hot on my lips. Cock twitched against my hip through thin cotton—hot poker, precum wetting the fabric, smearing my skin.
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