#Chapter 241: Show Me You Want Me

That… was my name. Steven just… he moaned my name. My brain is short-changing. I’m having trouble keeping up. Logically, I know what I’m seeing. Even with Steven’s back to me, I can tell he’s masturbating. But for him to say my name. Is he pleasuring himself while he’s thinking… about me? That doesn’t seem like it should be, but the evidence is right in front of me. I can’t possible dispute it. And it’s fucking hot, to be honest. Steven’s pants are loosened, likely for him to have his dick out. As he moves, his hips start to buck and those pants inch farther and farther down until I can see most of his bare ass. Gods, who knew he’s been hiding such a fantastic ass? All round like that. I want to put my hands on it and squeeze. Instead, I stay frozen where I am, watching with wide eyes. My body, however, is having its own reaction to this absolutely pornographic scene. Steven, with his undulating hips, his arm moving at a quickening pace. The sounds of his soft moans and gasps ar