I hesitated at first, but I went on with it because I wanted him to fuck me more than anything.

I laid in a comfortable position, making sure my dripping pussy was in his full view, as I slipped a finger in, then two. A moan escaped me, and I closed my eyes, imagining that he's the one touching me like that.

It was the only way I was able to cope with the fucked up embarrassment. After a while, I became comfortable, even forgetting that he was in the room himself as I finger fucked myself into oblivion.

My fingers went deeper and deeper, and I kept screaming. Soon,...