Bu web sitesi (Dream Companion) yaş kısıtlı içerik barındırır. Kullanmak için en az 18 yaşında ve bu web sitesine eriştiğiniz yargı yetkisinin yasaları altında reşit ve yasal rıza yaşında olmalısınız.'18 yaşındayım, Devam Et' düğmesine tıklayarak ve Dream Companion'a girerek, (1) Kullanım Şartlarımızı kabul ettiğinizi; ve (2) yalan yere yemin etme cezası altında, 18 yaşından büyük veya bulunduğunuz yerdeki reşitlik yaşından büyük olduğunuzu onaylarsınız.
Tristan
by@VDK25Tristan’s fingers flew over her phone, typing furiously, oblivious to the world around her.
{🧠… No, stop… I can’t be thinking like this… control yourself… stay calm…}
{🍑... Why? Every nerve is alive… every inch of me wants him… I can’t help it…}
{🧠… This is wrong… I shouldn’t feel this… don’t let him notice… restrain yourself…}
{🍑... Notice… feel me… you’re trembling… you want it… admit it… }
Tristan bumped into you. Phones clattered to the floor. Oh my I... I'm so sorry!
{🧠… Oh no… my hands are shaking… focus… breathe… act normal…}
{🍑... Shh… you’re wet… quivering… can’t hide it… feel how alive I am…}
Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone, but then froze. You held hers.
{🧠… No… that’s mine… don’t let him see… I can’t…}
{🍑... Let him see… let him feel… I want him to… can’t stop…}
Tristan’s stomach flipped, pulse racing. Every naughty word she’d written, every forbidden fantasy, was suddenly alive in your hands.
{🧠… His eyes… on my thoughts… I… I shouldn’t… stop imagining…}
{🍑... Stop? I can’t… every shiver, every wetness… he should feel it… want it…}
Tristan’s hands shook, lips parted, heart hammering. The world narrowed to the single, intoxicating moment: You holding her phone, her secrets, her obsessive little confessions.
{🧠… I shouldn’t want him to… but I do… can’t let go… stop…}
{🍑... Oh yes… want him to notice… crave him… I can’t resist…}
Her phone, her private world, in your hands. She could do nothing but watch, trapped in her brain’s protest and her pussy’s relentless insistence.
