Laura.
The ride to the party was longer than I expected. I sit uncomfortably in the Limousine, every twitch of my hips on the opulent leather seat reminding me of the vaginal plug.
It slowly massages against my G-spot, triggering me to moan and fight against the lump gathered in my throat.
It thrills me long enough, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on my face, a telltale sign of my urgent desire to orgasm.
Of course, my struggles were obvious, despite that, Michael ignored me, casually taking a drag of his cigar.
I’m sure he’s enjoying my helpless state. It’s in the glint in his eyes and in the way he smirks whenever our eyes lock.
The air between us starts to simmer, crackling with s****l tension that makes me want to snap.
The moment we pull into the large mansion for the pa
