Livvy's Devil Dom
“It was that bloody dream again. For the last year, she'd broken her sleep at least once a night like this. With a wet pussy, her clit thrumming and demanding attention, and making her reach for her purple friend.
The damn vibrator is overworked. Sadly that made no difference, it was that or her hand, and sometimes extra help was a necessity. In a huff, she switched the machine on and began to play. What the hell is happening? I might be as horny as hell, but at this rate I'll be able to write sex maniac in the next passport form I fill in. Livvy wanted to know why she woke night after night in this state, sweat-slicked and grasping for something.
It was almost as if she had to find it, but didn't know what “it” was. That knowledge circled her mind and teased her sanity. Okay, she was usually as ready as the next person to play, but this continual state of awareness, was enough to get anyone in a tizzy. Her thongs seemed permanently damp, and her nipples were hard enough to hang a hat on.
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