pi**** Posted 2 hours ago "Do you think he is thinking about us right now? " "No... ", layla had grown used to answering her own unbearable questions. “But what about that night? "she knew exactly which night the small voice was referencing. "It was amazing though, right...? We should use it..” "Absolutely not…” Layla’s annoyance with herself grew. "But the way he used to do that thing with his tongue…", Maybe a colder shower this time. The "horny little voice", never stops to consider, he is uninterested in her now. What was the new girl's name again anyway? Macy? Marcy? Momo... The cool shower water rained down over her soft breasts like a million little dew drops bursting on impact. The sensation made her tighten her core, stomach muscles and thighs clenching as she tried to ignore how hot she was feeling. But the cold stream of water hitting her stiff nipples was too exhausting to try and ignore. Her little goblin had planted something. A memory, locked deep inside the vault. She sighed, "He DID, always do THAT thing so great with his tongue!" Her clit throbbed in rememberance. She let slip a soft moan as her hand began to graze her clit. Reaching up onto the hanging wire rack she pulled down her special toy, spun herself around, one hand still teasing her clit, face pressed against the tiled shower wall. She began to fuck herself. When memory served her well, she could easily remember the way his hand felt wrapped around her neck. His deep whimpering voice as he mocked her sex noises, the way they offended him so deeply he needed to make her cry out harder and how he'd slowly plunge his swolen vieny cock deep into her abyss over and over again. He never told her to be louder, he’d only cover her mouth and say, "Quiet baby, make those little noises for me." He meant the ones he let escape through his rough fingers. The ones she couldn't help but make. And that’s it. That's all it takes and her body is pushed over the edge. Yet no one is there to hear her cries of pleasure this time. She struggles to catch her breath. Bitter tears begin to stream down her cheeks as she collapses down into her tub. He's not really there. He doesn't care anymore, and her goblin laughs as she crumbles under the weight of all of it.
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