Filed under: Grace
it is always so wrong and alluring to be sneaky. it is an added to rush on top of the wrong doing to begin with. i spoke with him last night (there are a few “hims” in my life at the moment). he knows me too well and knows exactly what to say to cause me to squirm and cross my legs in bed. i was laying right behind E in the fuck room. E every so often would glance over his right shoulder to stare at my pantie coated ass. i laid there grinding and writhing as i read on making small and quiet gasps. i was going crazy and soaking through my panties. his words started spill on the screen and i would elongate my blinks to see quick flashes of images behind my lids.
“touch your cunt, grace. come on.”
i can’t say no to that. i cannot deny him the right to make me cum. my left hand reaches down to touch, to feel, to excite. i am on edge as it is and the slightest touch was making me moan in my throat. every so many seconds i would glance at E, could he see? will he know? my body shudders, quakes and explodes into an orgasm that has to be contained. i pant into my arm, a pillow. i try to restore order as quickly as i can.
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