As Emily arched her back with pleasure, she couldn't help but touch her own bosom while gazing up at the ceiling. Her thoughts were a conflicting blend of desire, fear, and a longing for validation.

My whole, I want to dedicate to you.

Just forgive if I go against this time.

Yes, I am afraid.

I am afraid of her.

 I am afraid of your PA.

As Emily continued to lose herself in the act, the fear of competition with Hazel became more palpable.

With these ...