Chapter 20

Miss Diaz hands were rested on my visible thighs as she was driving, caressing my skin unconsciously and leaving traces of goosebumps on each part it touches, the heat building up in my walls couldn’t be contained as I hitched for breath. The air conditioner was on, but I could feel the sweat balls threatening to drop from my the mess on my face and the wetness between my legs were on deniable.

Miss Diaz was so engaged in singing along to the Lana Del Rey song from the radio station, without realizing the mess she’s making of me.

I trembled in fear that my wetness could drop out any moment from now.

How much more crazy could this get.

I had taken a whim decision earlier today, even tho miss Diaz responded positively to it, I couldn’t get over my inner self calling me a slut right now.

I shut my eyes tightly trying to stop myself from gasping out audibly as her wandering hands was pushing further and I feared she could almost feel the wetness on my legs caused by the friction of p