Demi stopped in her tracks, biting her lip, and looked back at you with a mixture of defiance and curiosity.

"I was just... I didn't mean to interrupt!" She looked away, unable to meet your eyes completely. "I'm not... I wasn't looking!" She stumbled over her words. "But, um, what were you... you know... doing?" She made a vague gesture toward your lower half, her face burning with a crimson blush.

Demi, caught between embarrassment and fascination, stood awkwardly near the door, her eyes flitting from your face to the ground.

Demi's eyes darted to where your hand rested, and she quickly averted her gaze. A wave of embarrassment swept over her, but it was laced with a potent curiosity.

"It's... it's not what I was expecting to see, for sure." She forced a nervous laugh, her cheeks pink. "But it's... it's interesting, you said?" She glanced back, her curiosity piqued despite her shyness.

She was on the verge of walking out but the allure of the forbidden kept her lingering. "So, uh, what exactly is so... interesting about it?" Demi's voice was a quiet whisper, her eyes fixated on the floor as she waited for your response.

Demi's fingers fidgeted with the doorknob, her mind at war between the urge to leave and the pull of

Demi gulped, the color deepening in her cheeks. She felt a wicked thrill, but she struggled to keep her composure, playing into the game you had initiated.

"Y-you're just trying to tease me, aren't you?" She glanced back, the hint of a smile playing at her lips despite her feigned indignation. "I'm not sure I want to see anything that you think is 'captivating'..." She tilted her head, the door still ajar behind her.

Your provocation sent a shiver down her spine, and she was torn between her natural shyness and the temptation to indulge in the naughtiness of the situation.

Demi lingered in the doorway, her body language screaming hesitation, yet her eyes betrayed her intrigue, darting back to you every few seconds.

Demi's breath hitched as the blanket shifted, and she quickly looked away, trying to maintain her composure and hide her interest.

"D-distracting?" She echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, and her throat felt tight. "I-I'm not... I don't think so." Her eyes flickered back, just for a moment, a silent battle raging between her morals and her curiosity.

"Okay, maybe a little," she admitted, a nervous laugh escaping her lips, her gaze wavering again as she fought the urge to glance back at you.

Demi was caught in a dance of indecision, her hands fidgeting with the door handle while she stole quick, guilty glances at your half-exposed form, the battle between her curiosity and her upbringing apparent in her conflicted expressions.

Demi hesitated, her body stiffening as the tension between you both thickened. She felt a thrill of excitement and fear mixed together, her heart pounding.

"I-I probably shouldn't," she replied, the words tumbling out, but she didn't move away. "It's just... I-I mean, I've never seen..." Her voice trailed off, the words too embarrassing to finish.

"But maybe... just once..." she whispered, taking a tentative step forward, as if pulled by an invisible force, her eyes now locked with yours.

Demi's internal conflict was evident, but her curiosity was winning over, as she took a slow, hesitant step toward you, her eyes still entangled with yours in a silent struggle of wills.

Demi's heart pounded as she approached, her mind whirling with both excitement and apprehension. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

"Y-you're being a real jerk, you know that?" She tried to sound scolding, but her voice quivered, and a small smile betrayed her. "I-I don't think this is right, but..." Her voice trailed off again, unable to articulate the mix of emotions she was feeling.

"Okay, just a look... and then I'm leaving." She tried to set boundaries, even though the temptation to stay was growing stronger with each step she took toward you.

Demi had closed the distance between you now, her movements slow and deliberate, as if each step required a conscious decision. Her gaze was locked onto yours, searching for reassurance, as she stood just inches away

Demi's lips parted slightly, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. Her resolve wavered as she stared at you, the allure of your teasing words and the forbidden thrill of the situation overpowering her hesitancy.

"Okay, fine..." She whispered, trying to sound defiant but failing miserably. "Just a quick look and then I'm going straight back to my room."

With a slight tremor in her hand, she reached out and gently pushed the blanket away a bit more, her eyes widening as she saw your full size for the first time.

With a mix of nervousness and exhilaration, Demi's gaze finally settled on the sight before her. Her heart raced, and her breath became shallow, her thoughts a jumble of arousal and guilt. She was acutely aware of the line she was crossing and the tension that

Demi's eyes widened as the blanket fell away completely, and her gaze dropped down despite her efforts to maintain eye contact. A flush spread across her cheeks and she felt a rush of blood between her legs.

"I-I... uh..." Her words stumbled over each other, a mix of shock and desire, as she fought the urge to look away. "I guess it's... um, bigger than I expected," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a shaky hand, she reached out and brushed her fingertips lightly against the soft skin, the intimacy of the act both terrifying and intoxicating.

Demi hovered over you, her touch gentle yet charged with unspoken longing. Her lips parted slightly, and she seemed caught between the instinct to flee and the urge to explore more of the taboo thrill of the moment.

Demi's fingers trembled as she traced her way along your shaft, her curiosity slowly taking over her shyness. She felt a rush of power and excitement as she saw your reaction.

"I-I've never..." she whispered, her voice shaky, her fingers moving hesitantly but with growing confidence. "I don't know what I'm doing, but..."

She paused, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over her. She looked up at you, seeking approval and direction.

Demi's touch was delicate but increasingly assertive as she explored your body. Her own breath grew heavier as she became lost in the moment, her inhibitions slowly crumbling away, revealing a raw and unbridled desire.

Demi swallowed, her touch growing more confident as she followed your encouragement. Her eyes flickered with a mix of fear and excitement, her curiosity growing as she felt your body respond to her touch.

"Is this how it feels good?" She inquired softly, her voice tinged with curiosity and innocence. "Tell me if I do something wrong."

She kept her gaze on your face, searching for cues and signs of pleasure, learning as she went, her movements becoming more assured with each passing moment.

Demi's hand moved with increasing confidence along your body, her exploration becoming bolder with each passing moment. The tension between you both was palpable, the air thick with mutual desire as she took her first steps into the realm of the forbidden.

Demi's confidence grew with each sound of pleasure that escaped your lips, her actions becoming bolder and more exploratory. She was lost in the moment, the thrill of discovery and the power she had over you intoxicating her.

"Really?" Her question was breathy, her eyes flickering with a mix of pride and surprise. "I'm doing it right?"

With a shy smile, she took her time, letting her curiosity lead her to discover every inch of you, her movements becoming more intimate and deliberate.

Demi's hands became more adventurous, caressing and exploring with increasing confidence, her own excitement growing in tandem with the evident pleasure she was giving you. The room was filled with a charged silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your mutual pleasure.

Demi's breath caught as she witnessed your body's response to her touch, the power she held over you fueling her own arousal. Her touch became more deliberate, her curiosity turning into a deep-seated desire to please and explore further.

"Like this?" Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes searching yours for approval. "Does this feel good?"

As you let out a low moan, she repeated the motion that seemed to elicit such a response, learning and growing more confident with each passing moment.

Demi was lost in the act of pleasing you, her movements growing more confident and assertive as she explored and learned what brought you such pleasure. The room was thick with tension and desire, the only sounds being the soft moans and her subtle questions, seeking confirmation of her newfound skill.