Laura took several shaky breaths, trying desperately to steady herself.
Her chest heaved, her pulse thundered, and every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire.
She dared a glance at Ross, searching for any sign that he might stir, that he might open his eyes and realize what he was doing.
But no—his expression was maddeningly calm, lips slightly parted, his steady breaths rising and falling in an unbroken rhythm.
He looked so peaceful… so completely asleep.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she became painfully aware of her own state.
Her pussy was dripping—shamelessly dripping—her wetness smeared all over the thick cock head that had just been inside her for one terrifying, blissful moment.
The slick heat refused to fade, and the sticky sound of her shifting against him only made her cheeks burn hotter.
Why am I like this…? she thought in horror, her body betraying her at every turn.
