The depravity of his instruction made me tremble against the dresser, and the brass drawer handles rattled softly. I watched his hand glide over himself, each pass growing him harder and larger. A deep pain burned within me, and I became hot and slippery between my legs.
The dress was intended to make me feel strong, but I had no control over the gasp that escaped my lips or the way my hands clutched at my skirt, tugging it higher.
Carl's face was covered with passion. As I plunged my hand under my panties and massaged my sensitive flesh, his shoulders raised in a loud intake. Touching myself felt fine while I was alone, but it wasn't the same when he saw me do it. It didn't even come close. The feeling had become more intense and vivid.
His lips trembled, mouthing something profane, bu
