My fingers practically dug into the table as it felt like the vibrator was sucking the very existence of my clìtoris.
My nails scraped the table, my knees pressed together as I stared at Lucas, pleading... begging... And then as if listening, he brought the vibrations to a low. It was only a low hum now, and I exhaled thankfully.
While still grabbing the table with my right hand, I pushed my hair backwards with my left, trying to regain my composure.
I straightened myself slowly, thinking of a thousand excuse I could give but none was good enough. I just mōaned, I fücking mōaned!
Of course they all knew something was going on, I can't lie my way out of this.
I straightened myself, my eyes staring back at the hundreds of eyes on me. I swallowed, steadying myself. "I am so sorry, about
