My body jerked against Jeremy at the sound of the knock, his fingers slipping out of my aching, throbbing p***y. The sudden emptiness made me nearly cry out. My body trembled, weak from being dragged to the edge and abandoned before I could come. My thighs quivered, my chest heaving, and it took everything in me to remember where I was.
Jeremy’s clouded gaze stayed on me, his chest heaving.
“Jeremy, are you there?” Oh God. That was Bianca’s voice.
“Oh no,” I breathed.
I looked at Jeremy as I straighten my dress in a rush, frantically tugging the straps back in place with shaky fingers. My panties were damp with my wetness, sticking uncomfortably against my folds. My body was still pulsing for him, and the shame of it burned through me.
Again, I had almost let him. I would have let him
