50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
Halfway down the hall, another set of footsteps approached — this time from the opposite direction.
“Don’t stop,” Master Kane whispered from the shadows.
Lila kept walking, vibrator buzzing relentlessly against her clit. The footsteps grew closer. A late-night student appeared at the far end, earphones in, not looking up yet.
Pleasure coiled viciously. Lila’s hips jerked involuntarily. She was going to come again — right as the student might look up and see her.
The orgasm hit hard and sudden. She leaned against the wall for support, biting her lip bloody to stay silent as her pussy spasmed and squirted once more, a small puddle forming on the floor beneath her. The student passed by without