Under the blanket, her fingers began to move in earnest — two digits sliding in and out of her soaked pussy with wet, barely audible schlick sounds that only she and I could perceive through different means.
Elena's thumb circled her clit in tight, desperate strokes. Her thoughts turned completely lewd, focused entirely on me even as she kept her eyes open and her face carefully composed.
[His cock… that thick bulge I saw earlier under the gown…]
[If he pushed it inside me right now… if he fucked me deep… all the way to my womb…]
[I'm so wet… my fingers aren't enough… I need something bigger… something young and hard…]
I continued the one-sided conversation, voice mild and solicitous, as if nothing unusual was happening in the room at all.
"Dr. Quinn mentioned ice cream might help too. There's a small freezer downstairs. I could go get some vanilla if you want. Or chocolate?"
