Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection
I kept the volume low, just enough to hear the breathy moans.
Enraptured, I started rocking against the bench, my wetness making the movement smooth. Soft, involuntary moans escaped my lips as I matched the rhythm of the women on the screen. After a minute, I slid my hand between my legs, circling my clit slowly, letting a low, desperate “mmm” slip out. Occasionally, I traced my slick slit with a finger, my breathing growing heavier, ragged, punctuated by quiet, needy whimpers.