The way it had curved upward with arrogant confidence, thick enough that June's fingers would barely meet around the base.
The faint network of veins that stood out against flushed skin like rivers on a map she suddenly wanted to trace with her tongue.
The way the slit at the tip had glistened, a slow, deliberate pearl of pre-cum welling up as if his body had known exactly what her proximity was doing to him.
She caught herself clenching her thighs together while filling out an incident report.
She pressed her lips tight when a coworker asked if she was okay, because the simple act of opening her mouth felt too much like invitation.
By the time she finally left the facility, the sky outside had gone the bruised purple of early winter dusk, and her panties were so wet the fabric clung uncomfortably to her swollen folds with every step.
Her room was only 5 minutes away.
She made it in 3 minutes.
