“Shhhh… She modestly pulls down her dress, only to accidentally allow me to see her inner thighs again. No one else can see… My demeanor is also unrushed and casual. She studies herself in the mirror… oh!” “Shhh….” I squeeze her nipple with one hand, and massage her clit with the other. I quietly sighs. She feels rather bored, and is not pressed for time. I turn a page. the door is locked” After a while she can take this no longer. “Here you go,” I point to the text on the page. You continue to read, as best you can, in a halting whisper. She continues reading aloud, in a breathy, in an entirely out of rhythm whisper. no, please! It is interesting, and so she sits at a secluded corner table, with her back against the book sheleves, with a book resting on the table. She hears me take in a slow, deep breath, and she sees that I shift uncomfortably.
