DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories
Two fingers pressed inside my cunt, sliding deep, then withdrawing in a slow rhythm as I worked myself open under his steady stare.
Every stroke made me wetter.
I could hear the quiet slurpy sound of my fingers moving in and out.
God, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good and I didn't care if he was there. My hips began to rock against my hand, and I bit my lower lip hard, chasing the friction.
I kept my eyes on him, watching the way his jaw tightened and the way his cock strained visibly against his trousers.
The shame and arousal twisted together and I threw my head back, moaning softly into the room.