ELENE
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The wet, loud sounds of c**k slamming into a p***y woke me up, just as they had for the past four days.
My eyes tore open. The sound grated on my nerves, making me want to throw a pillow over my head. My jaw ticked so hard. If that alone were enough to make it stop, my world would have been a better place.
But as time passed, the rhythmic sound made my body betray me. Their moans that leaked through the door made my pulse quicken.
Heat flooded my veins, making my skin more sensitive. I could feel the air whisper against my skin. Even the slightest brush of my body against the mattress made my p***y ache.
I told myself not to touch myself. How horrible and perverted it would be to masturbate to a friend who is like a sister to you.
But that’s the thing; taboo acts always
