P*rnstation
Layothe scent that made him minehis hand in her pantieshis eyes dilate when he looks at mema he's making eyes at me
I lock the front door, double-check the kids’ rooms, and head straight for the master bathroom.
The en-suite is my sanctuary: white marble, soft recessed lighting, a rainfall showerhead I rarely use because it’s too gentle. But tonight, I’m not here for gentle. I’m here for the handheld. That sleek, chrome wand with the adjustable dial—seven settings, from mist to massage. I’ve used it to rinse shampoo a thousand times. Tonight, it’s going to ruin me.