You Became My Home

A low growl built in my throat even now, just from remembering.

“Your wetness was soaking through your panties—I could taste it on the air, sweet and heady and dripping with need. Your n*****s were hard against that fabric. Your pulse was racing so loud I swear I heard it over Tessa’s moans. You were wet as fuck, p***y clenching just from watching me fuck another woman raw against that tree. The w