I shove up off the chair, banging my thigh on the underside of the desk, and stifle a yelp. If I can hearher fucking vibrator, she can hear me.
Need to get out of here.
Desperately need to get away from this noise.
I head into the bathroom, whichdoes not help.
I can still hear her.
I can still hear her making soft noises, and I can still hear her vibrator going, and my dick is getting harder by the minutewhich should be fucking impossible.
Nope.
Not doing this.
Not letting my body control what goes on here.
The vibration amps up, and she whimpers.
Fuck me.
I lunge for the shower and turn it on cold.
Wrong move.
Wrong,wrongmove.
One, I hate the cold.
Two, I’m moving too fast, and one of my fun new lightheaded spells decides to make a reappearance.
And three, I’m still fully dressed.
So now I’m sitting on the floor of the shower, cold water raining down on me and soaking my clothes, pressure easing in my head as the dizziness recedes, but my cock is still hard as iron.
I slam the water off and reach for a towel as Sabrina moans a soft, short moan.
And then I hear something else.
Water.
Spitting.
“God, that feels good,” Sabrina says on the other side of the wall. “Is there anything better than a clean mouth? Your turn for tooth brushies, Jitterbug.”
Fuck.
Me.
Just fuck me.
I have a problem.
And it’s getting bigger by the day.
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