Luscious Whispers: Masturbation Confessions

She thinks I can't hear, but her whispers betray her. 'Lukas,' she gasps, fingers plunging into her wetness, her body writhing on the bed. She's masturbating, my name a constant refrain on her lips, her pleasure building with each stroke. She's close, her moans louder now, my name a desperate plea as she finds her release, her body shuddering, her name on my lips in return.

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