I didn't freeze for a long time, the need to cum overrode the shock of seeing Rakel. My gaze remained locked on his as I continued pumping my hand rhythmically in and out of me.

I can imagine what I look like at the moment, flushed cheeks, desperate and needy like a slut. I felt ashamed of my actions, but had no choice but to keep going. My mind was screaming at me to stop, but my body was saying another thing. For some unknown reason, him watching my movement with a heated gaze made it erotic in some way. It didn't feel weird, like when my stepdad always stands...