Chapter 132 Diana
- My hand drifted lower, fingers brushing my folds. I shouldn't—Dad was probably pacing in the kitchen—but the temptation was too strong.
- I leaned against the wall, water pounding my back, and slid two fingers inside myself. It was nothing compared to the toys, but it eased the edge.
- I pumped them slowly, circling my clit with my thumb, biting my lip to stifle the moans.