More On Our Hands

Souzane's eyes were rolled up as she continued to roll her finger over her clitoris with the images of Aaron possibly dominating her flooding her mind.

That was her fantasy right now — to have the pretty-faced boy dominate her.

She has been on her quest for pleasure for several minutes now but has seemed to have failed in achieving it.

Her face was filled with irritation and annoyance at her own failure.

Souzane hissed and turned face flat on her bed and began to exhibit some childish tantrums. She was slamming her bed with her hands and feet and shouting in muffled sounds into the pillows.

After a while of throwing tantrums, she turned and looked at her ceiling and heaved a sigh.

She had failed to satisfy herself with her own hands and from her experience, she already could guess that going up to Aaron had a higher chance of failing than succeeding.