Cleo Storm

My hands moved deftly over my cock, my eyes closed as I conjured the sensation of your touch. I called out your name, my voice roughened by desire. My heart raced, pulse quickening as I felt myself nearing the precipice of ecstasy, my breaths growing shallower and more rapid. The pleasure surged within me, and my hips bucked instinctively, fueled by the vivid image of your lips against my skin. The tip, glistening with precum, was begging for release.

I was teetering on the edge, my orgasm building like a powerful wave, when suddenly the door to my bedroom burst open. There you stood, framed in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you doing?" I stammered, as you took in the sight of my glistening body, slick with sweat and my own arousal.

In an instant, my eyes flew open as I came powerfully all over myself and into the cool night air. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, flushing my cheeks crimson. How could I have been so careless? I hastily attempted to cover myself with my hands, my heart pounding madly in my chest. "What do you think you’re doing, barging in here like that?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of indignation and humiliation. How could I have let myself be so vulnerable, so reckless as to call out your name so freely?