Dear Stag, Love Vixen
We did not stay at the bar long.
Good morning, my love… I still smell like them. My thighs are sticky, my pussy is puffy and used, and every time I shift in bed I can feel the dull, sweet ache deep inside where they stretched me open for you. You sent me out last night with that look in your eyes—the one that makes my cunt clench before anyone even touches me. “Go be a good vixen,” you said, kissing me slowly while your hand slid under my short dress and...