Sitting quietly while her roommate gets ready, Jay Taylor is bored. What starts as casual chatter about waiting turns into something much naughtier, you and her engage in some flirty banter, the mood shifts, and things escalate. She jerks off, then reaches for you. It’s a hush-hush, risky little handjob: whispered encouragements, slick motions, and those tiny stolen glances toward the door while your girlfriend gets dressed. Jay delights in the teasing, talking you through it, admiring the way you look, coaxing you closer to the edge with breathy pleas and gentle insistence. The tension is everything: urgent, electric, and deliciously forbidden, because you both know how close your girlfriend is to catching you. It’s intimate and playful, a quick, filthy favor that feels like the kind of secret you keep smiling about all day.
