Sexsomnia
Savannah's blood boiled as she kept tripping over her roommate's sloppy, cum-streaked condoms scattered across the floor like filthy trophies. Storming in to confront her, she froze when the truth spilled out: it wasn't her roommate at all, but her own uncontrollable sexsomnia turning her into a desperate, sleep-fucking slut who woke up wrecked and dripping after anonymous, raw hookups. The raw details made Savannah's pulse race. Desperate for answers, she booked a doctor's visit for a brain scan, only to end up stripped bare on the exam table, legs spread wide while gloved hands probed deep inside her, fingers and tools exploring every slick, sensitive inch far more intimately than she'd bargained for.
























