Laura’s heart pounded so loud it filled her ears, but the thought only grew louder, stronger, heavier with each passing second.
Her body quivered with need, and her pussy clenched with such painful hunger that she whimpered without aning to.
She tried to escape it.
Her body squird atop Ross, pressing her slick folds against the rigid muscles of his abdon.
That little movent alone made her see stars.
A wave of heat rushed through her, so strong she had to bite back a scream.
But instead of easing her tornt, it only worsened it.
She could feel her juices saring against him, dripping down shalessly, leaving undeniable proof of how aroused she was.
Tears pricked her eyes—not from sadness, but from frustration. She hated this.
She hated how weak she was becoming, how her body was betraying her.
And yet, even in that sha, she couldn’t stop staring at his cock.
It was there. Right there. So close. All she had to do was shift her hips.
Just a little. Just enough to feel it pressing against her, filling the emptiness that ached inside her.
Her hand hovered uncertainly over his chest, trembling.
"I can’t... I shouldn’t..." she whispered, but her hips betrayed her, rolling slowly as if guided by instinct.
The head of his cock brushed against the damp heat between her sexy ass cheeks, sending an electric jolt of pleasure straight up her spine.
"Ahhh—!" She gasped, her whole body shaking.
Her sha deepened.
She bit her lip until it hurt, her face a portrait of lust and guilt entwined.
But the thought refused to die.
It only burned hotter, heavier, louder, until it drowned out everything else.
She wanted it.
She wanted him.
Every part of her scread to lower herself onto his cock and fuck him until her body broke in release.
But another part of her—a shrinking, trembling fragnt of her mind—fought desperately to resist, to cling to what was left of her purity.
Laura sat there trembling, her pussy dripping, her heart hamring, her body betraying her more with every passing second.
The battle was far from over... but she knew she was losing.
"I can’t... I shouldn’t..." Laura kept muttering, but the words sounded weaker every ti they left her lips.
They weren’t her convictions anymore—just hollow whispers that failed to stand against the storm in her body.
Then she did the unthinkable.
She raised her hips, moved a little bit south and rubbed her pussy lips against the length of Ross’ big fat cock.
"Ahhhhhhh..." Her breath ca in shallow pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she sat straddling Ross, trembling from head to toe.
Her pussy ached, dripping onto his hard stomach, leaving wet streaks that made her shudder every ti she shifted.
The scent of their mingled arousal filled the room, heavy and intoxicating, and every breath she took only fanned the flas of her lust.
She pressed her forehead against Ross’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
He was so calm, so unmoving, as if completely unaware of the turmoil raging inside her.
That contrast made her dizzy.
She was the one losing her mind, while he simply lay there—hard, thick, and unyielding beneath her.
Her thoughts turned again to her boyfriend.
His face flickered in her mind like a candle in the wind, but instead of grounding her, it made her body burn hotter.
She hated herself for it—hated that she couldn’t even use him to fight this desire.
Every reminder of what was right, what she should do, only made the forbidden feel more irresistible.
The wrongness of it consud her.
She was naked. Ross was naked.
His cock—so huge, so intimidating—was right there, pulsing against her slick folds.
She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be like this.
And yet... she had never felt more alive, more aware of her body, more desperate to feel sothing she knew she wasn’t supposed to.
"Hahhh... oh God..." Laura whimpered softly, her thighs squeezing tighter around Ross’s waist.
She couldn’t stop the way her hips rolled slightly, just enough for her slick lips to brush against the thick head of his cock.
Sparks shot through her body at the contact, and her back arched despite herself.
"No..." she shook her head, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood. "I can’t... I can’t do this..."
But her body betrayed her. She was already moving again, rubbing herself against him, coating the swollen tip of his cock with her wetness.
Each tiny grind sent waves of pleasure racing up her spine, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Minutes dragged on like hours.
She fought herself, clenching her fists, whispering "stop, stop, stop" even as her hips continued to move in small, betraying circles.
Her pussy was soaking wet now, juices dripping down onto Ross’s cock, making it glisten in the dim light of the room.
Her body scread at her. Her nipples were rock hard, aching for touch.
Her pussy throbbed with every beat of her racing heart.
The arousal was overwhelming, suffocating, and no matter how much she resisted, it only grew stronger.
Finally, she broke.
"I can’t take this anymore..." Laura panted, her voice husky, filled with desperation.
Her face was burning red, her whole body trembling as though she were about to collapse from the weight of her lust.
She lifted her head and looked down at Ross.
His eyes were still closed, his lips parted in soft, steady breaths. He looked so peaceful, so unaware.
Her gaze slid down to his cock.
It stood tall and proud, thick and massive, sared with her juices, throbbing against her entrance like it was calling to her.
Her pussy clenched just from the sight, begging her to move, to take, to claim what was right there.
Her lips parted, and in a broken, breathless whisper she gave herself permission:
"Just an inch. Just like before. And no one would know..."
She swallowed hard, her chest heaving, her mind reeling as the thought repeated itself like a mantra.
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