Ana;

I’ve been touching myself to thoughts of my sister's fiance for over a year.

Not innocent little daydreams. Filthy ones.

I imagine him pinning me down on the balcony of the wedding villa, one big hand around my throat while he fucks me so deep I can’t breathe. I picture him whispering “Your sister is marrying me tomorrow” right before he spits on my pussy and shoves his cock inside me like I’m his to ruin. I’ve come with three fingers buried deep, biting my pillow so I don’t moan his name too loud, feeling sick with guilt because he’s about to marry my sister — the man who’s...