No, He can’t leave like that.

Not when his cock is straining against his jeans, not after wrecking me with his fingers and walking away like it was nothing.

He did it once after fucking my mouth but this is different…his cum is important to me.

My legs are still shaking as I push off the bathroom sink with my nightgown in a rough state.

My thighs are sticky with my own release as take unsteady steps out, fuck, he can't leave.

I stumble out into the hallway with my heart pounding against ...