KASMINE.
I cried. I was intentional about it this time. I let the tears fall.
I heard June walk toward the main door of the house to the outside. She might have thought we were outside, I guess.
I looked at Kester pleadingly but his eyes held nothing but wicked intent. I knew he didn't like June, but that didn't mean she should see us like this. My life would be ruined. His reputation. Our parents. Everything.
His body began to stiffen. He was close to his release. I put in more effort, granting him as much access as he would like if that would make him c*m sooner.
June closed the front door and called out again, "Kester? Kasmine?" This time, she was headed for the kitchen. I heard her footsteps. They were getting closer.
I tried to keep myself from moaning, but Kester wasn't helping
