Some days, I just can't shake this aching need. My pussy throbs with frustration, begging to be filled, but Marcus hasn't touched me in weeks. It's maddening. I catch myself staring at Roman's friend, imagining his cock stretching me open, flooding me with cum until it's dripping down my thighs. The way he looks at me sometimes... does he know how badly I want him to bend me over and take what he wants? Fuck, even just thinking about it has me soaking. Maybe I should "accidentally" leave my panties where he can find them...