She woke up early today, before daylight savings came drizzling into her bedroom. Lying with her eyes closed and body alive with fingers cupped between her thighs.
She still thinks about her. When will too soon no longer be too soon? She has no answer for that. Just because February’s tempest days is fading quickly into the background of her mind, does not wipe away anger or desire. Not completely anyways.
These momentary relapse will be the death of her some day, she thinks as she throws her head back and cums.