Chapter 4

The first few days without Ethan felt unbearably long and empty. The luxurious mansion was too quiet, and my body constantly craved him. Every night I lay in bed, legs spread, fingers buried deep in my wet pussy as I replayed memories of our passionate night together — how his thick cock stretched me, how he drank milk from my tits, and how he made me cum over and over again. My orgasms felt empty without him. I missed his touch, his voice, his dominance so badly.

On the evening of the fifth day,.t last, it was the day. The…