Fey's Hushed Masturbation, Interrupted

Felicity Fey, the picture of innocence, retreats to her room, a secret hunger gnawing at her. She locks the door, her heart pounding as she undresses, revealing her porcelain skin and pert nipples. She lies back on her bed, her hand sneaking between her thighs, stroking her slick folds. Her breath hitches as she circles her clit, her body writhing in silent ecstasy. The sound of footsteps outside her door sends a thrill through her. She freezes, her eyes wide, as the door handle jiggles. Trapped, she can only hope her visitor doesn't enter, her body aching for release, her mind racing with taboo thoughts.

• fey
• felicity

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