The house was too quiet. Her mother’s absence left a hollow kind of silence that pressed down on her chest, making every breath feel heavier. She hated to be alone. Because the unyielding ache would return.

The one that made her pussy throb and swell up, dripping juices as if anyone touched her.

Her fingers were wet, soaked in her creams, her pussy hurting from several empty orgasms, aching for something bigger… something bigger than her fingers.

But there was no one around that could help her. Except her step father.

But she didn't think he was an option. Not yet.

She told herself to go to sleep, to clench...