Happy hump day

You hump that pillow like a desperate animal in the half-dark of your bedroom, thighs clamped tight, hips rolling frantic and sloppy as your soaked cunt drags over the fabric again and again, chasing that filthy peak while broken little moans leak out despite how hard you try to stay quiet. The camera in the corner never blinks off, red light steady and accusing, recording the exact moment your back bows, your mouth falls open in a silent scream, and your whole body jerks through the orgasm you couldn’t stop, knowing some faceless creep is stroking himself raw right now to the live feed of your shame, zooming in on the wet spot spreading under you, the way your fingers claw the sheets, the helpless twitch of your clit still grinding for more even after you’ve cum, and the sickest part is how much harder you clench just imagining his heavy breathing on the other side, waiting for the next time you forget to close the blinds.