Your heart pounds, the thrill of being so exposed, so slutty, making you feel riskier by the minute.He keeps talking, his voice steady and ordinary, as if nothing unusual is happening. “I… don’t cook much,” you murmur, your voice quivering with arousal, another moan escaping as your fingers find the perfect rhythm.“Dog walker’s back,” he says, glancing briefly at the same man circling the lot, but his eyes snap back to your lap, his stare unrelenting. Gay sex Your right hand speeds up, slick with precum, the sweatpants shifting slightly with each movement, the pink boxers bunched to the side beneath. The gesture is subtle, almost hesitant, but it feels like a line being crossed, and it makes your breath catch, your sissy clitty throbbing under your touch. Your right hand speeds up slightly, rubbing your sissy clitty with more purpose, the precum leaking steadily, the wet spot growing into a clear, dark mark against the grey sweatpants. You feel so naughty, so slutty, and the urge to push this further, to let go of your shyness, grows overwhelming.
