It was so hard to hold his gaze when I wanted to shrink into the wall, to stop my body from doing these wildly inappropriate and dirty things. I didn’t want him to know he did this to me, that he could do this to me. My eyes were watering, both from being forced to look at him and the shame I felt from this getting so far, and from the burning desire, deep in my core, manifesting in a soaking wet cunt. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I closed my eyes quickly, red-faced. I couldn’t do this any longer; I needed him inside me now. I was so frustrated I was crying, so needy I was about to start whining for it.