I gasp as we lock together, pussy to pussy. Every inch of me alive in ways I’d never imagined. My hands explore her breasts, her shoulders, desperate to learn the map of her body.

She murmurs praises and corrections, letting me take the lead under her guidance.

“This… feels… so good.” I whisper.

The sound outside quiets, and there’s no knock at the door. Relief floods me… I pray Stan doesn’t come back.

Inker holds me steady, her fingers bruising my hips, her breath hot against my neck.

“That’s it. Ride it. Don’t think—just feel me.”

I whimper, pressing my forehead to hers, lost in the wet heat between us...