Anna's Pov

I lay rigid under my silk sheet long after my mom left the room.

My stomach felt uneasy but it wasn't because of a stomach ache, just an anxious need to continue what I was doing.

My fingers were still sticky and I brought them up to my nose, sniffing the musky scent of my pussy.

Everytime I tried to close my eyes, I saw the girl bent over in the washing machine, oil on her ass, a thick cock driving in and out of her wet snatch.

My clit felt swollen and angry, sending shivers up my spine as it roughly rubbed against my cotton panties.

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