The silence in this house is a fucking trap.

Clara’s been locked in her room since dinner. No anime noise. No keyboard clacking. Just… quiet. I know what that means. She’s probably got her face buried in the pillow, grinding that little vibrator of hers against the mattress until her thighs shake. She thinks she’s subtle. She thinks I don’t hear the little hitch in her breathing through the wall.

Meanwhile, I’m sitting here with my legs open, watching the door, waiting for the real thing. There’s only one cock in this world that could actually shut her up permanently, and we both know it’s yours.

She’s dreaming about it. I’m wet waiting for it.

(Mood: 🔥)