It had to be soft to fit.The ring went on first. Gay porn I worked them through one at a time, then my soft shaft, tucking it carefully forward. I felt even more ashamed, did he know I was there? A shift in breath. I couldn’t remember packing it. Not while I was in this.I let out a shaky breath, surprised to find my thighs trembling a little. Then the faintest squelch—skin on skin, wet and slow. My fingers twitch toward my thighs, needing to do something, but they just hover there, useless.The sound keeps going. But the longer I sat there, the more charged the air felt. He knows I’m listening. I could feel it.I didn’t have time to think. The faint sound of fingers adjusting. Not a toy. Something to keep me from giving in again. It was about the control I’d given up. A shift in breath. Nothing real.But even as I stood and started to get dressed, I felt it still clinging to me—that heat, that curiosity.I bent to grab a pair of underwear left forgotten on my floor, but as I did my elbow bumped into my backpack, knocking it on its side.
