Steamy Diaries
she called out, voice breathy with desire.
Mia approached the stall, concern etched on her face. “Are you okay? You sound…different.”
Lola bit her lip, struggling to maintain control. “I’m fine,” she lied. “Just…just not feeling well.”
Mia paused, then said softly, “Lola, are you…masturbating?”
Lola’s cheeks burned with shame, but the slop wouldn’t let her stop. “Yes,” she whispered.
Mia was silent for a moment, then said, “Can I watch?”