She was still in that stage of denial, knowing that she was already addicted, but pretending it always happened by accident.
She would be dressed, just in from the outside world, and somehow her underthings would vanish before she sat on the floor, accessible and feigning a daydream.
She never said a word, but in her head she kept whispering “Here, boy. C’mon. You know what to do…”
Today she was so wound up that, once he licked her to a stunning climax, she wondered what else she could pretend she wasn’t doing with him.