Christopher’s fingers hovered mere inches from her p***y, the heat of his touch making her body ache with a mix of desire and yearning. She was ready for him as her p***y was soaking wet just for him.
Vivian’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to process the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her.
The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating, drowning out the world around them. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, fingers trembling, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the edge of no return. She needed his hands in her.
Just as his fingertips brushed against her skin, a sharp, ear-splitting crash erupted from the living room.
The sound was violent and jarring, shattering the fragile moment of erotic tension they had built.
