commit fc4656cb58d11bfb06bcee3a8ca51bbecf4a03b9
parent 97c770174ebdcb40902b0cc4cfa3c42fb09950bf
Author: SwiftWorship <tay@swiftie.one>
Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2022 13:05:50 -0500
added: mia story & masturbation (4/9)
Signed-off-by: SwiftWorship <tay@swiftie.one>
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@@ -440,3 +440,38 @@ It necessitated a possible awkward break but such was the necessity of the work.
It was very likely people may be entirely skipping over every moment she was
talking with clothes on. He was doing Mia a service in making sure people would
listen to some of it by having something buzzing against her clit.
+
+---
+
+Mia could not quite understand how a made-up story would be causing her body to
+respond like this. Prior to the story, she could confidently say she was in
+control of her body. Now she could barely think clearly. Trying to restraint her
+increasingly ragged breathing was an absolute failure, and she was acutely aware
+of her heaving chest.
+
+She was in a haze when she opened two buttons on her blouse in an attempt to
+cool off, with the implication of how it looks not even reaching her mind. She
+musters some control and sputters out, "um... sure yeah, that works."
+
+Without a second thought, she scoots forward on the couch. The virgin fabric was
+much cooler to the touch than where she was sitting, and it felt nice even
+though her jeans. John rummages through his bag and pulls out a small purple
+vibrator, and while making sure to stay out of the shot, reaches out to Mia's
+outstreached hand.
+
+_Come on, Mia, get it together. You know why you're here, it's not the time to
+lose control_.
+
+With her toy in hand, Mia leans back into her pre-warmed spot. She's only had a
+few experiences with toys, but this one felt a lot better in her hand than the
+others she's tried. Smooth and cool to the touch, it'll be quite the contrast to
+the heat between her legs.
+
+Although this small break brought back the conflict she felt in the lead-up, the
+push and pull she felt earlier had been diluted; it's clear which side is
+winning. Mia bites her lip, tasting a light sheen of sweat that's been quickly
+gaining ground on her pale face. Finding the switch and unable to hide the
+desperation any longer, she opens her legs just enough and her arm instinctively
+jumps to the small but growing wet spot coming through her jeans and turns it
+on. Her eyes flash open and all she can let out is a throaty groan, just barely
+a murmur. "Ooh f-fuck..."
