Celine sat on the couch alone. The image of Maxwell was heavily engraved in her head. She thought of Maxwell walking up to her right there and throwing her legs apart. That was what she had thought would happen not so long ago. How was Maxwell not able to understand that she needed his cock badly? For five lengthy months, she was without the affection of being made love to.

The tension and fire that had built up right in her vagina was too much to be quenched by slow lovemaking. All she craved was someone that could handle her roughly. Someone who would grab her entire body and pull...