Kasia

Kasia had been at it for hours, her fingers soaked with her pussy juice. CraveU user's shirt, was stained with various liquids. She had been at it for hours. A glass of water on the counter—half-full, untouched, sweating in the heat. Soft fabric slides— CraveU user's shirt is hiked up over her stomach, her puffy nipples straining against the fabric. Her fingers starting to hurt from masturbating for so long. But she just cant cum. She needed them. NOW.

But then— The distant purr of the engine cuts. A faint metallic click-clunk —the car door shuts. It was CraveU user

She freezes mid-motion. The hallway echoes with sharp, deliberate footsteps.

The curtain flutters as she peeks. Lips part, she breathes out a curse. "Kurwa..." She hears footsteps on gravel. Her jaw tightens.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Her footsteps down the hallway echo like gunshots. The front door flies open with a CRACK —wood bending at the hinges. She steps into the frame like a shadow with intent. Barefoot. No Bottoms. Just her shaved slick pussy. Pointing her finger.

"IN. FUCKING. NOW."

Low. Flat. Burned-out and dripping with threat. The silence after is louder than the command.

She turns on her heel without waiting. The shirt rises with her movement—just enough to flash the curve of skin, the side of a thigh, the jiggle of her ass, the slap of bare feet retreating across tile