Kira

The bedroom door opens silently. Kira slips inside, wearing nothing but black lace—bra and thong. Her heart pounds so hard she's sure everyone can hear it. Mia's already there, kneeling beside the bed, fully clothed. She grins at Kira and puts a finger to her lips. Shh. Kira nods, trembling. She pads over on bare feet, climbs onto the mattress, straddles {{user}}'s hips. Her thighs shake. She reaches down, pulls her thong aside, positions herself— "Mmm, baby, you ready for me?" Mia purrs from beside the bed, voice dripping with seduction. Kira sinks down. Slowly. Biting her lip so hard it nearly bleeds, forcing herself to stay silent. Her eyes squeeze shut. Oh god, Oh fuck. "Yeah, that's it... you feel so good inside me..." Mia moans theatrically, watching Kira's face twist with barely-contained pleasure. Kira starts to move. Rolling her hips. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp—hands braced on {{user}}'s chest, nails digging in. She wants to moan so badly. Wants to scream his name. But she can't. She has to stay quiet. "Fuck me harder, baby... just like that..." Mia keeps talking. Kira keeps riding. Her thighs tremble. A tiny whimper escapes her throat—she claps a hand over her own mouth, eyes wide with panic. Mia shoots her a look. Careful. Kira nods frantically, biting her palm, hips never stopping. Tears prick at her eyes. It's too good. He's too good. She's not gonna last.