50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
My juices ran freely down my inner thighs in shiny trails, making my skin glisten under the harsh fluorescent lights.
I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting back the moans that kept trying to escape. Humiliation burned through me like fire. Here I was — an honor student, barely legal — getting finger-fucked by a disgusting old man old enough to be my grandfather on a public city bus. People stood inches away. A tired-looking Latina woman scrolled TikTok right in front of me. Two construction guys laughed loudly behind us. Nobody knew.
He scissored his fingers inside me, stretching my tight walls open. Then he added a twisting motion, grinding his knuckles against my entrance while his t