Abigail
The front door clicked shut and the apartment went very quiet after he left.
I remained on the kitchen floor for a moment, the marble floor was cold under my knees. The taste of his cum was still thick and heavy on my tongue.
His chicken was still on the counter, half eaten, the craving knife resting next to it.
I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth.
What had I been thinking?
Well, it was safe to say I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have come on to him dammit, why happened to give him space and time.
I had acted based on pure lusty instincts, without giving it a bloody second thought. All I wanted was another taste of him, another touch, to see his eyes cloud over as I made him cum over and over.
I replayed the sight in my head and with a sigh, picked myself up off the floor. My legs were on fire. My entire body trembled. That had to be the best ever.
