Rosalia
I left the panties for Angelo on purpose.
I’d caught a glimpse of him, watching outside of my room as I dressed. I saw him looking at my reflection in the picture, and I had a spark of an idea.
Now, lying in my bed after catching him doing exactly what I had imagined he would, peeking at him through the cracked door as he’d jerked off using the panties I’d left behind for him, I don’t know how to feel.
In the moment, I’d felt flushed and hot and soaked between my legs, every part of me vibrating with the desire to slip into the room and replace his hand with mine. I’d imagined pushing him back onto the bed, taking him into my mouth instead, hearing those groans formeinstead of the quick, frantic movements of his hand. Even as I’d slipped my hand up under my skirt, stroking my s
