[Y-yes…] She repeated it like a mantra, her voice trembling in her own mind.
[I'm just helping… That's all… That's all this is…!]
Her eyes lingered on the bulge, her mind flooding with images—of what it would look like, of what it would feel like, of how it would stretch her, fill her in ways she hadn't been filled in years. The shame was crushing, but the need was stronger, her body betraying her with every passing second.
[B-but what if he wakes up…?] Her thoughts spiraled, her heart racing.
[What if he catches me…? Oh God… What would he think of me…?] Her fingers clenched the sheets, her mind torn between desire and disgrace.
[I need to think of something…]
Gabriela's thoughts were frantic, her mind racing as she stared at the bulge in my pants, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The shame was there, burning hot in her chest, but the need—the hunger—was stronger. She could feel it, the way her pussy ached, the way her body betrayed her with every passing second.
