Taboo Fantasy (4)
You don’t remember standing up, but now you’re closer. A few steps from the couch, your knees almost brushing the pillow you knelt on earlier. Your hands hang at your sides, useless, but your eyes are locked on her.
Rhea hasn’t stopped touching herself. If anything, she’s more intense now. Her thighs are shaking. She’s got one hand between her legs and the other wrapped around Troy’s sháft, stroking him slow and tight. Her mouth is open like she’s trying to moan and breathe at the same time.
Troy looks down at her, then up at you. He’s grinning like he already knows what’s coming next.
“You just gonna stand there?” he says.
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The room is too hot. Your jeans feel tight. You’re hard. So hard it’s painful, and you know they both
