Adrienne West

That night in his kitchen it was him driving into me, and me receiving him. We were animals, and we were intelligent creatures.

He grabbed his drink off the nightstand and poured a bit into my mouth before kissing me and sucking the taste of whiskey off my tongue.

He continued to rub my neck with one of his hands while the other traveled to my crotch where he felt how wet I was. “Good girl.”