Walking down the hallway, I am alerted to sighs from the back room. Uncertain, I slow down to be quiet.
Reaching the doorway, I slowly look in. You are on the sofa, only the right leg in the knicker and two left fingers buried deep inside your sex. Your hips rhythmically gyrate; as you sigh with each thrust, my pants hit the floor.
Your eyes shut tight. You’re working hard to reach that peak. With a few more thrusts, your eyes open with a smile. You see me standing before you.
“Hello, darling. May I satisfy that need for you?”
