Craving Will Ch. 02

And, somehow, even this bit of rejection feels hot. Fucktoy. That's what I am to Will, now. A toy to play with, but only when he wants to. And he is done. So, his toys get put away for later. I shiver, clenching my thighs together to keep the cum from pouring down my thighs, and make to obey, already anticipating the next time he wants to play with his toy.

To be continued...