The sex shop The night had become a masturbation marathon again. Amber didn't count how many times she had fingered her sore pussy and how many times she came. But as she awoke, her bedroom smelled of female arousal. Looking at the watch, she stated she had overslept. There was no need to hurry anymore. Her notebook was still open, but the battery was empty. She connected the charging cable and went to the bathroom, still...