Marshal

Thoughts I've never let myself think are rushing through my mind.

With each plunge of my fingers, my imagination runs wild.

I picture Sami begging—my Sami on her knees pleading for my cock.

I want that.

I want that and more.

The surge of desire overwhelms me. She is like nothing I've ever imagined having for my own in my entire life. Then again, she's the one who's always been there, the one who knows me, my friend.

The need for ...