Dressed in purple opaque holdups, white panties and chic wrap dress, I'm reading on my bed. But my thoughts keep drifting back to my taboo affair. It has to be over, I must never find myself fucking him again. But I can't stop fantasising about it, and every time my mind drifts in that direction, I find it impossible not to start touching myself. I must never be alone with him again, but I have to get him out of my head! Perhaps if I just masturbate over the memory one more time, it'll lose its hold over me? I slip my white panties off and begin fingering myself and spreading my pussy, remembering how it feels when his fingers were inside me. Eventually, even this isn't enough and I grab my vibrator. Thinking about having him fuck me again (although I know we must never do it again!) is getting me soooooo close to a heavenly orgasm when suddenly... WHAT ARE YOU DOING SPYING ON ME? It's none of your business what I was doing! And I certainly wasn't thinking about you! Why are you even in here? And what do you mean, you know I WAS fantasising about you? For God's sake. Oh, but I can see that you're turned on too. Of COURSE I want to fuck you again, but we can't! Well, not in here, anyway, it's far too easy to sneak up on people in here! We relocate to the living room and I lock the door. We'll have to be quick, and we HAVE to be quiet. You lie back on the sofa and I lower myself down onto your heavenly cock, before beginning to grind, and ride it at a pace we both absolutely love. Shhhhhhh, we have to be QUIET! God, but it feels so good, and I can't help talking dirty to you about how it feels, having your cock deep inside me, feeling each thrust as I ride your dick. I guess it won't do any extra harm if we both cum one more time, will it? I mean, we can't help it. We just have to do it QUIETLY!