ALISHA’S POV
One thing was certain, it definitely wasn’t Camila’s first time of performing whatever magic she was currently performing on my d**k.
She drew closer towards me and skillfully allowed my d**k slip into her hands. Her smile deepened as she locked gazes with me, her hands rubbing against my d**k in an unfamiliar yet oddly comforting rhythm.
It was supposed to be weird. I wasn’t supposed to feel oddly calm and comfortable. It wasn’t supposed to be what I must have needed to get rid of the tension and discomfort I had been in for a while.
But regardless of how good it felt, i knew I was supposed to be disgusted by the entire situation. Particularly, embarrassed too.
The feeling of embarrassment took the lead as she tried to move even closer towards me. Without wasting another
