But this? This was a different kind of defeat.
Every minute she stood outside that door felt like an eternity. She had been waiting for Seraphine to finally tire out, to finally tap out, to finally give her a turn. But it never came. Seraphine kept going. And going. And going.
Ira respected that, somewhere deep down. But mostly she was frustrated. Frustrated beyond words.
She wanted it. She needed that cock inside her. Fingering herself wasn't the same. It wasn't even 1% as good as those times with Leon. She had orgasmed four times using her own fingers, and each one felt hollow compared to what she knew he could give her.
Enough.
She pushed off the wall.
She didn't care anymore. The pretense. The patience. The respect for their time. It all burned away in a single moment of decision.
She walked toward the door of the house. Her hand found the handle. Locked.
