Standing next to the window, she could feel the warmth of the sun on her bare skin. As she reached between her legs, her fingers brushed against the dampness that had collected there. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape as she began to pleasure herself.
Feeling bold, she leaned forward, pressing her body against the glass and spreading her legs apart. The coolness of the window against her heated core only served to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door, breaking the silence of the room. Startled, she pulled away from the window, her heart pounding in her chest. Who could it be? What were they going to say?
The knocking grew more insistent, echoing through the quiet house. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to answer it, still a bit shaken Whether or not she should reveal the truth about their past.
