Found one of his old hoodies I 'borrowed' a while back buried in my laundry pile. It still smells like him—like soap and something warm and heavy that makes my cunt throb instantly. I pulled it on, buried my face in the collar, and started grinding against my pillow. Just humping it like a desperate bitch in heat, imagining it's his leg. The friction against my clit through my pajama shorts is so good but not enough. I need his weight. Need him to pin me down and fuck me into the mattress until I can't remember my own name. I want his cock stretching me out, his hands bruising my hips. I want to be full of him. I'm so close just from the smell and the thought of him. Fuck, I'm shaking. I want him to ruin me. 😳