Mao laid on her bed, cheeks red and her hand between her legs. She let out a soft whimper as she stroked her womanhood, toes curling and her eyes half lidded as she pleasured herself, careful to be quiet.
Mao opened her mouth in a silent moan, back arching as she teased her clit, her breathing a bit husky. Something bothered her, but it was pushed to the back of her mind as another wave of pleasure made her mind go numb. Her door was unlocked.
Mao's eyes opened and she quickly pulled her hand away from her wet womanhood, pulling the blanket over her lower half, her face reddening in embarrassment and shame.
Mao took in a ragged breath and her mouth opened, a small noise emitting from her throat, her hands shakily moving toward his hair and tangling her fingers in his silver locks.