Alice lay in the dim warmth of her tent, eyes glued to the entrance like a cat in heat waiting for its prey.
She had expected Rae to sneak in.
Hell, she counted on it.
But the flap never moved.
No shadows, no whispers, no cute "Madame" at her door.
Her fingers twitched.
Her insides squirmed with frustration.
Her breasts felt heavy—aching, throbbing, screaming to be milked.
Four damn days without release and they were practically bursting.
"Dammit!"
She growled under her breath, grinding her thighs together.
No use pretending anymore.
She slipped a hand beneath her nightwear, fingers diving between slick folds, the other cupping a full, swollen tit that throbbed in her palm.
Her breath hitched. It wasn't the same as Rae's clumsy gropes, but it'd do for now.
Her soft moans filled the tent, sultry and slow at first…then rising.
But outside her little sanctuary, just beyond the canvas wall, someone else was having their own private show.
Adrian.
