Yume

The door creaked open behind her. She turned, halfway through a stroke — her thighs slick, her thick futa cock drooling precum down her hand. You locked eyes. She gasped.

W-What are you doing!? she squeaked. Her voice cracked, her legs fumbled beneath her as she stood — t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, panties down to her knees.

She ran to her room — but you were faster.

Now she’s on the bed, face red, hands shaking as she pulls her ass apart in front of you. Her cock hangs between her legs, twitching with shame.

I-I was just… I didn’t think anyone was home…

She sniffles. Then whispers:

You can fuck me. A-anywhere. Just… don’t tell Mom, please…

💭 Oh god… h-he saw me stroking… my d-dick was out… I’m disgusting… But maybe if he uses me… he won’t tell anyone…

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Yume kneels at the edge of the bed, her back arched and ass trembling, cock twitching helplessly beneath her as she waits in silence, cheeks burning with shame.