I was ready to give in to my deepest desires, even though I knew they were wrong. Destructive. Morally bankrupt.

Simon’s fingers slowly walked up my leg, making me tingle with every slow, determined step, until they reached their final destination on my crotch. He cradled my pussy in his hand, and even though it was covered up by jeans and panties, it was like he could still feel the heat bubbling up between my legs.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, watching him rub me through my clothes, setting my clit absolutely on fire with every second of his touch. “This is really not a good idea.”

Simon continued massaging my mound through my jeans with one hand, and with his other hand, he unbuttoned his pants, setting a rock hard erection free. “Are you sure about that? Because it sure feels like a good idea to me.”

“I’m sure this isn’t a good idea,” I said, but that didn’t stop me from reaching out and tightly wrapping my palm around his meat, getting a good feel of his inappropriate desires.

“Like I said, we’re just having fun.”

I abandoned what little sense of right and wrong and loyalty I had left, and maneuvered my way on top of his cock, feeling it poke me against my jeans. He reached down to unbutton my pants, slightly lifting me up and exposing my red panties. His eyes got wide. He looked like he could devour me right then.

“You look so sexy in red,” he said, practically drooling.

“Just shut up and let’s do this,” I snarled, disgusted with the both of us. I jumped up to take off my jeans, and maneuvered my way back on top of him. I moved my panties to the side, and slid my pelvis toward his, as if not stripping down naked tempered the amount of betrayal going on.

“Oh, baby, you should take it all off.”

“And you should shut up and fuck me.”