I cried out, rubbing my thighs together, but it did nothing to ease the discomfort I felt down there. I was hot, and painfully so. In a situation like this, I wouldn't mind getting up from Gervais if it meant I get to stop this.
I trailed my right hand down my body, feeling my stomach clench tighter at the action. My cunt throbbed from both pleasure and pain.
I knew what I had to do, but it scared me to even do it. I once thought of pleasuring myself with my fingers, but I hadn't done that before. I would just —
“Rensa?”
I jolted at the sound of his voice. My p***y seemed to react to the deep vibration. I had to stifle a moan while pressing my thighs together. It was getting rather impossible to curb my reactions to him.
“What's it? I'm busy!” I said while keeping my tone neutral.
