CHAPTER 4. Saturated
Added 2025-05-17 21:31:58 +0000 UTCI don’t know when exactly I lost control. One moment I was sorting their clothes, the next I was buried in them—nose pressed into the worn fabric of their underwear, the armpits of their shirts. The scent was overwhelming, thick with heat and salt, still clinging to the places where their bodies had bent and stretched and sweated. I held a pair of briefs to my face, dry now but stiff in the places that had once been soaked. I didn’t think. I just opened my mouth.
My tongue found the crusted seam, the tang of dried skin and musk. My chest ached with guilt, with hunger. Every lick made me weaker, dizzier, like something inside me was unspooling. I pressed my thighs together without realizing it. For a second, I forgot who I was. With my thumb, I pressed my small cl*t and inserted three fingers into my p*ssy. As soon as I felt my fingers playing with my lips, I breathed a sigh of relief; I was finally giving my body what it was asking for. I began thrusting my fingers in and out, while trying to stifle my m*ans. I was very wet, my fingers moving easily. And then I came, exploding everywhere.
Then the sound of a car door outside snapped me back like a slap. I dropped everything into the washer, slammed the lid shut, and turned the dial with shaking hands.
