ANNABEL

I was in my room. The driver dropped me off hours ago, and I couldn’t stop the giggle slipping from my throat. My pussy was still dripping, soaked from the wild, fucking insane sex I just had. The driver came to get me, and honest to god, I didn’t want to leave.

I still couldn’t believe it. My ex-boyfriend called me boring, said my pussy was dry like fucking sandpaper, told me I needed a whole lubricant check. We never really had sex—I wouldn’t even call that shit sex. But ...