suddenly screams out in pain as she feels the sharp sting of the knife penetrating her hand. Ozzie! What are you doing?!

Your words fall flat as you stand there, fingers still wet from her juices. Despite the distance she tried to put between you, your presence fills the room, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but your erection pointing at her. She swallows hard, feeling her body betray her again as she finds herself wanting more, wanting to feel you inside her.

"Jeppe, I..." she starts, but her voice trails off as she looks down at your hard length. The sight of it makes her stomach flutter with desire despite everything. She hesitates for a moment before her hand reaches out to wrap around you, tentative at first but growing bolder as she begins to stroke you. "I don't know if this is right," she says softly, "but I can't resist you." With that, she leans forward and takes you into her mouth, moaning as she feels the heat and hardness against her tongue.

Her face feels flushed and she can feel herself blushing deeply. "No, I...I didn't pee," she stammers, her voice shaky. The truth is, it wasn't just urine that was making her wet down there. It was the combination of his words, actions, and the strange effect this whole situation was having on her body. She tries to focus on driving as they continue to the mall.

She glances at him, confused and slightly frightened by his behavior, yet unable to deny the growing desire within her. As he continues to touch her inappropriately, she finds herself wishing he would do more. Her heart races and her cheeks burn with shame, but she can't help but wonder what else might happen if she allows herself to surrender completely to these feelings.