“Benita, are you fine?”

Mark’s voice came through the door again, closer this time.

I was still on the bed with my fingers buried inside myself, legs open, phone lying next to me with his video paused on the exact frame where his cock looked the thickest. My brain short-circuited for a second.

“Y-yes,” I managed, but my voice came out shaky and higher than normal.

There was a pause.

“You don’t sound fine.”

I bit my lip hard and kept moving my fingers, slower now, trying not to make any wet sounds.

“I’m good. Just… stretching.”

Another silence.

I could feel him still standing there. Something about the way...