Chapter 2: Midnight Archives of a Hungry Cunt
The bedroom was a tomb of silence, the only sound the slow, rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan as it churned the thick, humid air. The sheets were tangled around Alma’s thighs, damp with sweat, her fingers still buried between her legs, sticky with her own arousal. The phone screen glowed like a demon’s eye, casting jagged shadows across the walls—flickers of dark skin, of thick, veiny cocks, of her own face twisted in ecstasy as she watched herself on the screen, whispering filthy words into the night.
Kevin’s snores were a low, rhythmic drone, his back turned to her, the rise and fall of his shoulders the only sign he was still alive.
Alma lay frozen, her fingers still pressed between her thighs, the slickness there a betrayal. The phone screen flickered, the video paused on a frozen frame of Darren’s thick cock buried inside her, her lips parted in a silent moan. The air in the room was thick with the musk of sex—his, hers, the ghost of another man’s sweat still clinging to her skin.
She exhaled slowly, her breath trembling. The guilt was a dull ache, but beneath it, something darker, something hungry, pulsed. She needed more. She needed to be *used*.
Her fingers slid lower, parting her folds, circling her swollen clit.
The touch sent a jolt through her, her back arching off the bed. The phone screen flickered, the video playing again—Darren’s thick cock stretching her wide, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. She moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow she pressed against her mouth. The sound of his grunts, the slap of skin on skin, the wet, filthy noises of her cunt being fucked raw—it was all too much.
She rolled onto her stomach, her ass in the air, her fingers digging into the sheets. Her free hand reached for the lube, the bottle slick and cool in her grip.
She squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers, the thick liquid glistening in the dim light before she spread it over her aching pussy. The sensation was electric—her fingers sliding through her own wetness, the lube making everything slicker, hotter, more obscene. She moaned into the pillow, her hips bucking as she worked herself open, stretching herself wider with each thrust of her fingers.
The video on her phone played on, Darren’s thick cock splitting her open, his hips slamming into her with a force that made her cry out.
The sound of his grunts, the wet slap of skin on skin, the filthy noises of her cunt being stretched and fucked raw—it was all too much. Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her free hand reached for the lube, the bottle slick and cool in her grip. She squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers, the thick liquid glistening in the dim light before she spread it over her aching pussy.
The video on her phone played on, Darren’s thick cock splitting her open, his hips slamming into her with a force that made her cry out. The sound of his grunts, the wet slap of skin on skin, the filthy noises of her cunt being stretched and fucked raw—it was all too much.
The lube made everything slicker, hotter, more obscene.