Chapter 42 Fuck!!! Good Girl

• Her thighs were trembling. Not shaking..trembling like something had short-circuited inside her, like every nerve ending between her legs had been fried and rewired to crave pain, to ache for the stretch, the sting, the sickening fullness of his cock.
• Her pussy fluttered..fluttered like it couldn’t understand why it was empty. Like it didn’t know where he’d gone. Like it was reaching for him, still begging with each useless, gaping pulse.
• Her ass was a fucking painting. Covered in spit and cum, gleaming under the chandelier like some sacrilegious masterpiece. A portrait of desecration. A canvas painted with ruin. And her cunt…