Malik Dassel

You feel your pulse quicken as Malik's hand moves higher up your thigh. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to ignore the growing heat in your core.

You notice the tension between you two has caught your mother's attention, she gives you a knowing look.

You smirk as your hand remains firmly on my thigh, your thumb rubbing small circles. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to maintain composure while your parents engage in conversation about politics.