‘I’d be left in Evie’s bedroom alone on a one night, but everything in her room started a dirty imagination. Repeatedly, remind myself to keep calming this thirst; for she’s going to come in any time soon. But my exploring fingers spread on that embroidered bed sheet of hers and rousing this irrefutable tickling sensation; making me yearn for nothing but more. I push my palms slow as I squeeze onto the sheet in hope that this only would make up for all the times I hardly turned my burning desire off. I sigh in despair, ‘More, I want more.’ I barely move my bottom onto the bed surface, and still it manages to make it worse. My vigilant eyes search again to reassure no one was around or near the door. I grind my legs and bum slow but harder again, imagining it’s Evie wringing my cunt and the fact that I’m on her bed makes it undeniably thrilling too. 

‘I need to stop but I know that I want this the most. I pull the sheet between my thighs and silently groan as I imagine Evie. I stroke myself again harder, feeling my legs becoming tingly. Unconsciously, my hand slip inside my pants just to clench on it. I then hear the door open but I just manage to cover my trapped hand by the bed sheet under the sudden shock. Evie of course asks what I’m hiding and I refuse to move my hand and show her, but it’s clear on my face that something pleasurable happened. Next, she murmurs to my face, “Let me help you, love,” then I blush. Gently, she pushes me down to top me and suddenly I feel her hand on me and I shiver hard that my spine arched. And with no warning she works her fingers deep inside me, as I hear her whispering to my face, “You’re soaking wet, no wonder.” There goes my uncontrollable moans and arches that make my hips smack on her body. And whenever I moan louder she’d say, “Good Girl” until she moves her head down on me: eating and kissing passionately while making all sort of delightful noises and she won’t stop until my legs are shaking unmercifully.’