'I hate how his penis stretches my jaw...' The thought surfaced first.
Then another. 'I hate how it's making it harder to breathe...' Her throat throbbed from the constant strain, a lingering tingling refusing to fade no matter how many times she tried to ignore it.
'I hate him...' She clung to that thought.
She had to.
Because if she hated him...
Then none of this could possibly be her fault. As another uneasy warmth spread through her body, her jaw tightened. 'It isn't because of him...' She refused to accept any other explanation.
Her fingers, still resting between her thighs, felt the growing dampness. 'It's sweat...' The excuse came almost immediately. 'Yeah... that's all it is.'
She nodded faintly to herself, desperate to believe it. 'The room's warm... I'm sweating.' She shifted slightly, her fingers brushing farther along the inside of her thighs. They were noticeably damp.
