Haunting-Adeline

The pleasure builds as I swirl my sopping fingers up to my clit and rub
the sensi ve bud in ght circles. My head kicks back as my spine curves.
Pan ng out breathless moans, I circle my clit faster and harder un l I'm
nearly chasing the orgasm.
And finally, I p over the edge. I yelp loudly, calling out Zade’s name as
the orgasm crashes through me quickly and without remorse. It's over
before I'm able to regain my breath.
Slumping, I heave out a sigh, the corners of my lips pulling into a frown.
My body is languid and boneless, but my chest—it's ght s ll. That orgasm
was only a temporary reprieve. And I realize that the weight isn't going to
go anywhere.
Tonight, I'm just... sad.