Sex Court - Episode 5

Nora’s fingers trembled against the sheer fabric of her dress. She had held herself on the edge for an hour already, never once tipping over. Every brush of silk across her nipples tightened the coil in her belly. When she finally parted her thighs, cool air slid over the wet heat between them. She watched herself in the mirror: lips parted, pupils wide, a flush spreading down her chest. One finger circled her clit—slow, deliberate, unhurried. Her breath caught. She didn’t rush; she stayed right where she wanted, riding the long, perfect ache until it sweetened to something almost cruel.