Alba Melody

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The After

When it finally stops, I’m wrecked.

My body is still trembling, tiny aftershocks rippling through my soaked pussy every few seconds. The Lush feels too much now, pressing against my oversensitive clit, but I don’t dare move yet. I’m leaking. A warm, sticky mess coats my inner thighs and the cushion underneath me. I can feel it cooling slowly against my skin, filthy and undeniable.

She’s still right there.

Scrolling peacefully, completely oblivious to the fact that I just came harder than I have in months while sitting two feet away from her. Her shoulder keeps brushing mine every time she shifts, that casual, familiar touch we’ve shared a thousand times on this same sofa. The one where we usually fight over the blanket or she steals my snacks without asking.

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The Fall

I’m so close it hurts.

My thighs are shaking uncontrollably now, pressed so tight together that the Lush is locked firmly against my throbbing clit. Every steady pulse feels bigger, deeper, meaner. My pussy is clenching in frantic little waves, milking the toy even though there’s nothing to fill me. I’m dripping. Messy. The wet spot under my ass is definitely there now, warm and slick against my skin.

I’m going to come sitting right next to her.

The thought hits me like a slap and my whole body jerks. I barely manage to turn it into a small stretch, pretending I’m just shifting for comfort. She’s so close. Her bare knee is almost touching mine. I can smell the faint coconut scent of her body lotion and the salty trace of her skin after walking around the city.

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The Edge

It’s not loud. But it’s deep. Steady. Relentless.

The Lush is pressed so perfectly against my swollen clit that every pulse feels like it’s fucking me from the inside. My pussy won’t stop clenching. Tight, fluttering, greedy little spasms that push more slick out of me. I can feel it dripping now, slow and warm, sliding down my bare folds and onto the sofa cushion beneath my ass.

Heat floods my face. My cheeks are burning. My nipples are so hard they’re aching against the soft fabric of my dress, begging to be touched, pinched, anything. I don’t dare move my hands.

She shifts beside me.

Her leg stretches out lazily and her bare thigh almost brushes mine. I freeze completely. My breath locks in my chest. One more inch and she’d feel how hot my skin is. How tense I am. How fucking soaked I am.

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The Decision

I should turn it off. Right now.

My brain is screaming it at me. Slide my hand under the dress, find the little pink tail, kill the toy, sneak off to my room and finish like a normal fucking person.

But I don’t move.

This filthy, reckless idea explodes in my head and floods my whole body with heat. She’s right here. Exhausted, slouched, completely absorbed in her phone. The travel vlog murmurs softly from my laptop, waves crashing somewhere far away. The Lush is barely whispering on its lowest setting. A secret little hum only I can feel.

If I can’t hear it… she can’t hear it. Right?

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The Lock

I’m sprawled across the sofa like I own it, legs parted just enough under this loose black dress, the Lush 4 pressed snug against my clit on its lowest setting. A slow, lazy throb. Not enough to make me moan, but enough to keep me slick and aching, warmth spreading through my belly with every pulse. My pussy keeps fluttering around nothing, greedy and empty, begging for more. I bite my lip harder, scrolling mindlessly through videos, half-watching, mostly just letting the steady hum melt me from the inside.

The apartment is quiet except for the low murmur from my laptop speakers. Sunlight pours in through the big windows, warm across my bare thighs. No panties, obviously. Why would I wear any when I’m home alone and dripping like this?

Then I hear it.

The key sliding into the lock.

My heart fucking stops.

The metallic click of the cylinder turning hits me like ice water down my spine. She’s supposed to be at the cinema. Two more hours at least. What the fuck is she doing back already?...

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