‘I can’t stop thinking about Connor. I think about him stroking my leg and working his way under my skirt, his fingers pressing against my soaking wet panties, how revered he is that that’s what he does to me. I think about him pressing his fingers against my ass so hard he leaves marks. I think about him fucking me and leaving me on the edge, mocking me that I already miss his cock. I think about my cunt increasingly stretching to accommodate just the head of his cock… Mhmm.’