Chapter 40 Midnight Cravings

My fingers weren’t enough anymore. I lay spread-eagled on my bed, three fingers buried deep in my soaked pussy, thumb rubbing my swollen clit in fast circles, but the ache only grew worse. “Fuck… I need more,” I moaned, pumping harder, hips bucking. Juices coated my hand and thighs, but the empty fe...

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