>Mallory
I can't take it anymore.
"What are you doing?" my husband asked, his breath rasped when I leaned below him. His eyes darting between the road and to my direction.
The car rumbled beneath us, tires humming against the pavement. Streetlights flashed past the windows in broken streaks of light, each one making my head throb harder.
I can't do it anymore.
It's so hot, my entire body is pulsing uncontrollably. My mind is fuzzy, I wanted to do something.
My hands fumbled clumsily in his pants, trying my best to unbuckle his belt despite my trembling hand.
"W-wife?" he groaned, the sensation making his body rigid.
I ignored him and continued, hungry for the flesh behind it like a starving lion.
My fingers felt numb and weak, slipping instead of gripping. My movement were sloppy, my body refusing to listen. My breath came out uneven, soft gasps fogging the space between us.
Just a little more…
