I slapped two slices of bread into the toaster, my fingers sticky from the butter I’d smeared on earlier. My body still throbbed from yesterday’s marathon—three clients back-to-back, pounding me raw until I could barely walk straight. Every step sent a dull ache through my pussy, a reminder of cocks that had stretched me to my limits. I lit a cigarette, inhaling deep, the smoke curling in my lungs like a lover’s breath. Fuck, I needed this break. The toast popped up golden, and I ...