Lez fun at home

That afternoon we lay on my bed when the thought slipped in. Someone could be watching. The idea hit me hard, and I ran with it. Let’s make it worth watching, I thought. If eyes were on us, let them see everything. I performed for them. I performed for her. The more I believed it, the hotter it got. Our bodies moved like we’d both rehearsed this scene a thousand times. I can still feel the sweat. Every moan played louder in my head once I knew I wanted someone to hear. Even now, watching our private footage, I catch myself holding my breath at the parts where I really let go.