She’d been thinking about it all day. Unable to focus. Or stop shifting friction between either bare thick thigh at random intervals. Hoping that no one could tell how wet she was despite how soaked her thong was beneath her skirt. Sitting was dangerous, being anywhere right now in public seemed equally so and it had been a fuckin’ struggle to get home without her knees shaking or stopping to just…shove her fingers betwixt her legs in hopes of some semblance of relief.
Said fingers flex at her sides, unclenching to stop giving herself away as her shoulders are forced to relax and do the same. Fighting that instinct constantly to bow into the vibrator shoved up her tight little pussy with every fiber of her being.. and gods was it becoming a fight for her life with every cruel step home.
Somehow, someway she made it though. Stumbling through the doorstep after several long and very agonizing minutes of trying to find the right key to fit inside the locks, even as the egg shot up a notch and pulses faster inside of her.