That night, I was in the shower, soaping up, fingers slipping lower… thinking about him. How he used to stare. How wet I’d get just catching his eyes. And then… I heard something. A door. A breath. Was he watching me touch myself?
Next morning, I called him out. One look. One shaky breath and everything broke.
First, I sucked his cock like I’ve wanted to for years. Deep. Wet. Gagging. Then he slammed me against the bed and fucked me like he owned me. I let him. I begged for it. Do you think he’d let me stay longer if I asked?
