Bite
Her strawberry scent crawls into my nostrils, her cinnamon sharpening my soul.
I crash into my shower without taking off my clothes, and, with my eyes sealed shut, I stick my hand viciously down my trousers and rub one out so fast I’m cumming before I can process what the fuck I’m doing.
I stay there, my head pressed to the tiled shower wall, breathing hard enough to burst a lung, and with my hand still down my boxers, I can only mutter one thing.
“She has to burn.”
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