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Really good.

Orgasmic good.

My inner thighs tremble.

I’m really close now.

I can’t stop thinking about Corbin at the front door.

The balls of him. The nerve of him.

I think about Corbin just stepping into the house and grabbing me. Turning me around. He opens my pants and pulls them down. His right hand cracks so hard against my ass, I’ll have a mark there for a week. I won’t be able to sit down on my right ass cheek. That’s how strong Corbin is. That’s just from one smack of his hand to my ass!

My pussy throbs and then floods.

My left hand grabs the edge of the bed.

I turn my head to the left and let out a slow exhale, gently groaning, but not loud enough to wake Chad.

I can’t believe how hard I’m coming right now.

I feel the wet pulses between my legs.

The sheets are going to be soaked and I’m going to have to sleep in the mess I’ve made.

Chad suddenly sucks in a breath and I freeze.

My inner thighs shake. So does my pussy.

I’m done but I’m notdone.

This is just a tease. An awful tease.

But I’m not finished yet.

This is just the first part of Corbin’s demands…

There’s one more thing I have to do.

I knowthere’s going to be a flash from the camera if I stay in bed.

I manage to sneak out of the bed, my pajama pants down to my knees still.

There’s no way it’s not funny the way I must look right now, hobbling my way toward the bathroom.

Pants at my knees, a phone in my hand, my pussy stillcoming.

Once I’m in the bathroom, I hide behind the slightly open door.

I slid my right hand between my legs one more time, collecting all the wet, warm stickycumcaused by my orgasm.

I then hold my hand out, looking at the gooey strings of pleasure between my fingers.

My face burns red-hot. My entire body tingles. I cannot express how turned on I am right now. Or how badly I need a moment like this. I feel alive, okay? I feel fucking alive! I don’t care about theHOAfees or the color of the neighbor’s fence. I don’t care about off-street parking or the sound ofChet McCullum’slawnmower or the fact that he cuts his grass everySunday at exactly one in the afternoon, which bothers everyone in the neighborhood.

All of that is fake.

It’s nothing.