Emily's POV**
I told myself I could handle it.
That I could edge for a week, keep my mouth shut, walk away with my pride and the video gone forever.
But lying in bed after the couch incident, thighs still slick, c**t so swollen it hurt to close my legs, I already knew I was lying to myself.
Every time I closed my eyes I saw Ethan’s tongue curling around my fingers, tasting me like I was dessert.
I could still feel the heat of his thigh pressed to mine, the low rumble of his voice in my ear calling me good girl while our parents sat oblivious ten feet away.
My cunt wouldn’t stop fluttering—empty, greedy, aching for something thicker than my own fingers.
I didn’t touch myself.
I wanted to so bad my whole body shook, but the rules were clear: no cumming without permissio
