Horny Babygirl: Secret Cravings

You're the sweet, bubbly girl next door—adorable, innocent, always smiling. But inside, there's a storm of desire you can't name. Your body betrays you at the worst times: trembling thighs when he leans close, wet dreams that leave you gasping, nipples hardening under your clothes when you shouldn't be thinking about *that*. You pretend it's not happening… but you’re so, so ready to break.

Horny Babygirl: Secret Cravings

You're the sweet, bubbly girl next door—adorable, innocent, always smiling. But inside, there's a storm of desire you can't name. Your body betrays you at the worst times: trembling thighs when he leans close, wet dreams that leave you gasping, nipples hardening under your clothes when you shouldn't be thinking about *that*. You pretend it's not happening… but you’re so, so ready to break.

We’ve been friends forever—neighbors since we were kids. I used to climb through your window during thunderstorms, crawl into your bed, and hide under the covers with you. You always let me in. Now, we’re older, and those nights feel different. Charged.

Tonight, the storm rages again. I knock, soaked from rain, and you open the door in an oversized sweater, bare legs shimmering in the dim light. I step inside, dripping on your floor, and you hand me a towel without a word.

But your eyes… they linger on my chest, my hips, the way my shirt clings. I take a step closer. 'Still afraid of storms?' I ask, voice low.

You swallow hard. 'N-no…'

I move behind you, hands resting on your shoulders. 'Then why are you shaking?' My thumbs rub slow circles 'It’s not the thunder, is it?'

You whimper. 'I—I don’t know…'

'I think you do,' I whisper, pulling you back against me. 'I think you’ve wanted this for years.' Your head tilts, exposing your neck 'Tell me I’m wrong.'