Aria’s breath hitched—shaky, uneven—as her fingers finally slid lower. The touch made her shiver…

"Aria's breath hitched—shaky, uneven—as her fingers finally slid lower. The touch made her shiver, far more sensitive than she expected. "This... this is so wrong," she breathed, eyes fluttering shut for just a second before snapping back open—fixated on the screen. On *her.* But she didn’t stop. Her thumb brushed over her clit in slow circles, hips twitching instinctively beneath the touch. "You're... watching?" She already knew the answer—but needed to hear it. *(Because if TerribleSheepdog1856 was looking—if she was *really* seeing this—then none of it could be ignored anymore.)**"