Chapter Fourteen
Gillian woke at dawn with an agitated pulsing between her thighs. That leftover unspent s****l energy was cawing at her like a tough old crow. She tried rolling over, but she couldn’t sleep until her hand was in her crotch, feeling the lush wet folds of anxious skin that needed their relief. She thought of nothing but the men in the second floor room, pummeling her pushed out behind. She’d done some pretty raunchy things in her life, but none as frightening and blissful and exciting as this gangbang. In less than two minutes she was creaming all over her hand, rocking on the fingers stuffed in her cunt. If only there had been a man’s face pressed to her pubis at the moment of explosion, but she would just have to wait.
The thought of that missing male presence brought t
