"Oh my… what's gotten into me?" Hazel muttered, shaking her head as she tried to pull herself together.
She forced herself out of bed, still flushed and a little unsteady on her feet.
In the bathroom she washed thoroughly, letting the cool water run over her skin in the hope it might clear her head.
She changed into fresh clothes… soft cotton that felt almost too sensitive against her still tingling body and ran a brush through her hair.
Outwardly she looked composed again. Inwardly, nothing had changed.
The image of Lin Feng's thick, long cock refused to leave her mind.
It clung there like glue, vivid and inescapable… the heavy veins that stood out along the shaft, the broad flushed head, the sheer impossible size of him as he stretched Ning Xi open again and again.
Every time she closed her eyes it returned, sharper than before.
She could almost feel the imagined weight of it, the heat, the relentless stretch it would demand.
No one could really blame her.
