What She Wanted

Annica cried while Diggory lapped and kissed her neck.

"Oh... I miss you, Annica," Diggory sighed into her neck. His breath felt hot. His body, twice her size, pressed Annica against the wall, preventing her from escaping. His hands gripped her mouth, muffling Annica's cries.

"I've been so lonely without you at home, Darling," he whispered while rubbing the stiff bulge under his pants up and down the lower part of Annica's body.

The water pitcher that was still in Annica's hand pressed against Diggory's chest, separating their bodies from getting closer. With a growl, Diggory grabbed the water pitcher from Annica's hand and threw it far into the bushes. The object vanished into the darkness of the garden without a meaningful sound.

"I can't wait to feel you again, my love."

The man rubbed his crotch against Annica's while hugging her tightly. He then lowered his head and deeply inhaled Annica's hair.