LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
“Yeah, real cute. You okay, Em? You look a little warm.”
“I’m fine,” she said brightly, even as she rubbed her clit in tight, desperate circles. Her knees trembled for a moment. “Just… the AC feels nice.”
A middle-aged woman walked right past them, smiling politely. Emma kept stroking herself openly under the dress, her fingers making soft, wet sounds that only Ryan could hear. She was right on the brink of orgasm — hips twitching subtly — but she couldn’t tip over. The denial made her drip even harder.