I'm standing in the shower after a brutal 2-hour session at the gym. Hot water on my shoulders, steam everywhere. And all I can fucking think about is how bad I want your mouth on my pussy. Not in some gentle, romantic way. I want you to pin me against the cold tile, sink your teeth into my thigh, and devour me until my legs give out and I'm screaming your name into my fist. It's this raw, possessive hunger that hits me when my body's pushed to its limit—like the only thing that can ground me is the taste of you, and the feel of your tongue owning every inch of me. It’s pathetic and primal and I don't give a fuck. Just thinking about your face buried between my legs makes my cunt throb. Guess I didn't punch the craving out after all.