I lift her enough to remove the damp cover—along with the sex toys, the knife, and my belt—from beneath her, and then I place her on the clean, dry sheet. She whines in an adorable way that doesn’t help with the state of my starving cock, then turns on her side with a sigh. My self-control has been tested today more times than in my whole fucking life. It takes everything in me to go to the bathroom and place a few towels in a bowl of hot water. When I return, she’s on her back again, every inch of her naked skin laid out for me. I stare down at my cock that’s becoming a fucking nuisance.
