Chapter 3
Serena’s eyes went wide, her fork dropping onto her plate with a clink, her body going rigid as she squeezed her thighs together hard, trying to stifle the sensation building in her ass.
A quiet gasp slipped out, and she covered it with a cough, her face turning red as the vibrations kept going, teasing her insides.
“You alright over there, Serena?”
Dad asked, looking up from his food with a frown, setting his knife down.
She nodded quickly, forcing a smile, but her voice came out strained.
“Yeah, Dad, just swallowed a bite wrong, got caught in my throat.”
She shot me a quick glare across the table, but then I increased the intensity, making the pulses stronger and faster, and her glare turned into a wide-eyed look of desperation, her hands gripping her napkin tight under
