“I need a fucking drink…”

The words slipped out of her mouth on a shaky breath as she sat up, sweat clinging to every inch of her skin. Her inner thighs were soaked. Not just damp. Not just wet. Soaked. Sticky. Slick. Still twitching. Still pulsing. She dragged the sheets off her body and stared down at herself, wide-eyed and filthy.

“Jesus,” she whispered, blinking. “What the fuck is wrong with me…”

Her legs shook as she stood, cum trickling between her thighs like she’d just been fucked again. Her pussy lips were swollen. Her nipples were stiff. Her entire body was screaming for something she wasn’t supposed to want....