Normally, her slumber is her release. Its where she recharges. Where she escapes. But what she forgets is….there is no escape. No escaping her desires. No escaping what she NEEDS.
That emptiness in her NEEDS to be filled. The desire inside her NEEDS an outlet. And even in sleep…she’working to fill her desires.
She’s drifted off…but she can feel how THICK it is as it stretches. She can taste the salt..the sweat when he buries her face DEEP. She can smell the musk. Even in sleep, she is there.
There is no escape. So why even try?
