I subtly try to sound like I’m not the one who’s plagued with unwanted thoughts. Of that pest no less. And of how unbelievable it felt to have her eyes fixed on me while I fucked my fist. I can’t deny she was the reason I was so hard and desperate in the first place. I’ve been stroking my cock raw since the executions two days ago. And every time I come, her name permanently tattooed on my lips, I promise it will be the last. It never is.
