Abigail
The kitchen was quiet except for my breathing and the absolutely shameless sounds I was making into the empty air.
My wrists were tied behind me, my thighs were shaking, and my cunt was throbbing and dripping and completely abandoned.
Where on earth did he go? He seriously didn't leave me like this. Did he?
Okay, maybe I was being a little too deranged with my thoughts. I was in his penthouse where he would abscond to?
I needed every single inch of that heavenly dick as much as I could get it.
Would you look at that? It was barely thirty seconds of him not being in the room and I had lost every shred of dignity I possessed.
I rolled my hips against the air. My soaked swollen pussy clenched desperately. My thighs spread wider like that would help, a low filthy whimper climbing my throat.
It didn't help.
I did it again anyway. This was what he had reduced me to, the last functioning brain cell I had noted.
