Chapter 4
Brooke’s POV
“f**k, how long do I have to hold this?” I groaned, back pressed flat against the cool wall while my thighs already started screaming.
My knees stayed bent at a right angle, arms straight out in front of me like some naked soldier, and my spread p***y felt completely exposed under the bright lights.
Every tiny shift made my slick lips rub together and I could feel fresh wetness sliding down toward my ass.
Grant stood right in front of me, arms crossed, watching every tremble. “Until the timer says otherwise. Breathe slowly.
Control your body and your mind follows. Right now your legs are shaking like a scared little b***h. Fix it.”
My muscles burned deeper with every second. Sweat rolled down between my t**s and dripped off my hard n*****s. “It hurts, okay
