Haunting-Adeline

He pauses at the door, turning his head just enough for the moonlight to
reveal his sharp jawline, the wetness coa ng his skin, and a hint of a scar.
He doesn’t speak, but he does bite his bo om lip hard, trapping
whatever meaningless words on his tongue. Right along with the taste of
my pussy.
Finally, he turns, the door gently clicking shut behind him. For the
second me, I'm le alone. Decimated and in ruins. And again, I let the
tears fall freely while I work to pick up the pieces.