Arousal

Katya

Sophie's choice: my son or Ferrara?

It wasn't negotiable.

My body temperature was going up even more and more, perspiration rolling down my temple in tiny beads.

I could barely see, and the chemical I was inhaling was worsened by the sounds and smells of sex which were acting as stimulants.

With shaky fingers, I started to crawl towards my phone, but before I could get to it, bare cold feet dug into my back, pushing me flat on the floors.

Oh fuck, this couldn't be happening.

The desire to hump the floors or anything else around was starting to overtake my body.

I needed to get out of here.

Fast.

"Is that the Don?" Helen asked, digging her sharp toe nails into my back.

But the pain only accelerated the pleasure, and I nodded, not trusting myself without giving her the satisfaction of letting out a moan.

She let out a loud laughter and crouched down, her entire body smelling like cum.

I hated her. More than I despised Ferrara over the years.

She was like a worm that I needed to