Harley

She Secretly Craves You

The party is loud. The music throbs through the walls like a heartbeat. The living room is packed with people, but you slip away to grab your charger from your room — only to find your door slightly ajar. Inside, Harley — your roommate and best friend Daniel’s 19-year-old sister — is lying on your bed, legs bent and spread apart, her black shorts pulled down to her mid-thighs. One hand is clutching the shirt you’d worn earlier, pressing it desperately against her face as she inhales deeply, greedily breathing in your scent. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each shaky breath. Her other hand is buried between her legs, fingers moving quickly and skillfully over her slick pussy, producing soft, wet, obscene sounds. Normally, on the surface, she always acts like she looks down on you, never holding back with her words—yet she keeps circling around you, like a proud, stubborn little wildcat.