Aria barely slept.

Every time she closed her eyes she felt him again—thick dick stretching her open, the wet slap of his hips against her ass, the way his cum had leaked out of her pussy all afternoon while she sat at her desk trying to type with shaking hands. By the time she got home her panties were a ruined, sticky mess. She had peeled them off in the bathroom and stared at the white streaks of his seed dried on the black lace, then brought the fabric to her nose and breathed him in like an addict.