Anita Hengher
Power Sub #02, Scene #02
Anita kept the nickname "A.K.A. Hunger" taped inside her locker like a badge of honor nobody could argue with. She loved how it stuck. One afternoon she peeled out of her work jumpsuit, slow and deliberate, giving her crotch a lazy scratch through her briefs because the itch wouldn't quit. Her bare skin looked damn good catching the hallway light, and she grinned when her underwear hit the floor. The moment she slid her fingers between her thighs her eyelids dropped half-shut. She caught the scent herself and chuckled. Heat pulsed under her touch, slick and warm, so she made lazy circles until her hips twitched on their own. A soft swear slipped out between her teeth. After that she worked faster, breath catching every time two knuckles slipped inside and rubbed that sweet spot just right. The bench under her creaked each time she rocked forward, thighs flexing, heels digging into the locker for leverage. A final drag across her swollen clit and she came hard, legs shaking like she'd just finished a ten-mile run. She sat there half-naked, chuckling under her breath, satisfied but already hungry again.
Anita kept the nickname "A.K.A. Hunger" taped inside her locker like a badge of honor nobody could argue with. She loved how it stuck. One afternoon she peeled out of her work jumpsuit, slow and deliberate, giving her crotch a lazy scratch through her briefs because the itch wouldn't quit. Her bare skin looked damn good catching the hallway light, and she grinned when her underwear hit the floor. The moment she slid her fingers between her thighs her eyelids dropped half-shut. She caught the scent herself and chuckled. Heat pulsed under her touch, slick and warm, so she made lazy circles until her hips twitched on their own. A soft swear slipped out between her teeth. After that she worked faster, breath catching every time two knuckles slipped inside and rubbed that sweet spot just right. The bench under her creaked each time she rocked forward, thighs flexing, heels digging into the locker for leverage. A final drag across her swollen clit and she came hard, legs shaking like she'd just finished a ten-mile run. She sat there half-naked, chuckling under her breath, satisfied but already hungry again.