The cracks through the sheer, light-coloured fabric curtains, which allowed the faint light from the street lamps to filter into Frida's room, cast a faint beam of light that made everything look even more sinister.
Frida, however, was not paying attention to the light in the room, but was biting her lips softly as her hand slowly slid down to the top of her trousers.
Feeling her belly she imagined Dilan's warm, masculine hand as she closed her eyes.
Her fingers slipped under her panties and went straight to her core. "Ah" she moaned softly, as her fingertips massaged her c******s in a circular motion.
It was an incredible feeling of pleasure. Her body twisted on the bed, as the room was flooded with a slight warmth.
With her other hand she pulled down his shorts and smiled biting
