Tan line from her skirt riding up as she leans back. Glasses fogging slightly. Thick fingers already wrapped around him before he even reacts. Phone pressed to her ear with one shoulder, voice dropping to a purr: ‘I told you not to come until I said so.’ Cock throbs in her grip as she watches his face. Then—the first real squeeze, knuckles white, lips parted like she’s tasting something forbidden. She knows someone shouldn’t be watching but doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look away.
