Sonya Treybern was drowning in sensation in the solitude of her room. Her body lay sprawled across satin sheets already damp with sweat and her own slickness. Her fingers worked a buzzing pink vibrator, pressing it firmly against her swollen, oversensitive clit.
"Ahh~" she moaned, her hips lifting to grind her pussy harder against the vibrating toy.
Ever since that first encounter with the mysterious man, Sonya felt fundamentally changed. A strange, hollow emptiness had taken root inside her, an insatiable craving that haunted her day and night.
No matter how many times she tried to satisfy herself—with her fingers, the vibrator, even larger toys—nothing could fill that void. It felt like an addiction, and the only possible cure was that man's touch once more.
