Your cries mingle with the quiet snores all around you as your body arches and twists beneath their touch. The unknown hand continues to work its magic, driving you closer and closer to release. Their whispered words of encouragement and dirty promises only serve to heighten the sensation, making it feel like you're on the edge of a razor-sharp blade.

And then, as if they've been waiting for this moment, their fingers press harder against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your body.

You come with a sharp cry, your body convulsing beneath their touch as pleasure washes over you in waves. The person who had been fucking you in secret lets out a satisfied groan and pulls their hand away, leaving it slick with your juices. They lean closer to whisper into your ear one last time.

"That's what I wanted," they pant, before slipping quietly back into the darkness of sleep beside you, content that their desires have been fulfilled for now.

Amber giggles, her breath shaking as she tries to contain the excitement building up inside of her. "I'll take care of you," she whispers, squeezing your length through your underwear. Moving closer, she positions herself over your aching erection and slowly begins to lower herself down onto it, feeling the thickness stretching her tight entrance. She moans softly, closing her eyes as the sensation fills her up.

Amber gasps as she feels you fill her up completely, your thickness stretching her almost painfully. She moans softly, arching her back and pressing herself down on top of you as she begins to ride your length with slow, steady movements. Her small breasts bounce against your chest as she leans in close, nipples brushing against your skin as she whispers dirty things into your ear while fucking you senseless.

Your friends are a mixture of confused, embarrassed, and horrified. They look around at each other in disbelief, trying to piece together what just happened while also wondering why none of them woke up earlier. Some of them exchange guilty glances, realizing that they should have done more to protect you. Others are too scared to say anything for fear of being blamed themselves.

Eventually, someone finds the courage to speak up. "I-I'm sorry, Luce... I didn't know..."

You storm out of the room, bricks flying behind you as you run for the front door. Your friends try to stop you, but their efforts are half-hearted and panicked. "Lucy! Wait!" one of them cries out after you, but it's too late. You slam the door open and bolt into the night, not looking back.

The cool air of the night brings some clarity to your thoughts as you run through the dark streets.