Chapter 3909 The Descent Fetish:>>Ep36

Sharon tapped the glass vial against the marble countertop of her expansive bathroom, allowing a small mountain of white powder to accumulate before tilting it upright and replacing the cap. She replaced the vial in her hand with a Platinum Mastercard and began separating the heap into several lines, her nose already seeming to run and a phantom drip manifesting at the back of her throat in anticipation. It hadn't even been that long—a few hours maybe—since Sharon had last taken a bump but it was a small one on the road to meet Liz and it had only whetted her appetite for the main course. Driving back with an 8-ball tucked into her expensive gold Chanel purse, Sharon had been practically salivating. Despite the frequency with which she was snorting her way through mountains of the stuff, she had lost none of the excitement she felt at the prospect of doing even more.