Yes, but she’s a bit preoccupied

Now inside the house, Casandra looks behind her worriedly, making sure none of the others were watching her. The sliding door and glass that makes up the windows are stained purple and honestly hard to see through.

With a sigh of relief, and her heart racing, she leans back against the wall next to the slide door and plunders her hand down to her pussy, rubbing her clit vigorously.

Casandra lets out several long, drawn out groans and moans as she leans her head back and closes her eyes tight. The image of Yuri holding onto Jessica’s chin is stained in her memory.

The thought of Jessica being so **** to Yuri’s gentle touch sent shivers down her spine when she first laid eyes on the scene. Jessica looked so, submissive at Yuri, absentmindedly looking up at Yuri’s eyes without moving an inch.

While Casandra didn’t know how this might’ve affected Jessica, it sure had affected Casandra as she desperately masturbates in the living room, with only a wall and glass separating her from her friends.

“Haah… Fuck, Fuck… UUGH!” Casandra groaned. She stops rubbing herself and inserts a finger inside. She covers her mouth with her other hand, holding in a sudden moan. As she thrusts her finger in and out, she muffled her subsequent moans with her mouth, the noises getting louder and louder.

She imagines taking the place of Yuri, holding Jessica’s jaw as she forces her to look at her lustful eyes, but she also sees herself in place of Jessica, relinquishing her control to Yuri as she forces her gaze away from her beautiful body.

Their wet bodies remind her of—

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

A set of three knocks jolt Casandra out of her lustful imagination. She freezes in place in fear, stuck in a position of mid thrust as her eyes shakily stare at the glass door.

After a couple of painfully long seconds with no further knocking, Casandra lets out a sigh of relief, holding onto her chest as she feels her heart pounding.

“That was so fucking close…” Casandra said to herself. She’d rather be caught dead than masterbating like this, but the thought lingers in her mind, the thought of being caught.

But, she can’t focus on that now, she actually needs to grab a towel.

She leans over the couch Yuri was sitting on and grabbed the towel that was lying there. It’s not the driest, but it will work.

She goes to open the door, but realizes how moist and sticky her hand is. Embarrassed, she quickly wipes off her love juices from her hand and opens the door.