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"Don’t hold back," he es like that and I want to attack his ers
But there’s pleasure to be found by letting hi his handsotheasp that fills the roo ht touch of oose bumps rise A click sounds and a rush of cool air fromy nipples harden al my hands over my breasts for ahs My heart is racing so hard I swear he can probably see it pound againstfor the strength to finish this
Can I do it? Touch myself in front of hias with my own hand, not usually More like a quick relief, a way for o to sleep A vibrator brings asers?
They’re in a league all their own
"Touch yourself"
His voice urges uidly, teasing myself That’s half the buildup, the tease The quick, featherlike strokes, the barely there caresses, all of it increases the throb between ht hand drift until raze the thin strip of pubic hair that covers my mound
My body jerks at first touch, and I’m shocked that I can elicit such a reaction out of myself That usually only happens when someone else touches me, not bycoy here I touch ers down er into the middle of ers as I searchover my clit
"Jesus, you’re wet," he says, his voice hoarse
Triuive hiony and I love it Thrive on it I prop er deep inside etson a show just for hienuinely curious "Fucking yourself with your fingers?"
"I’d rather have your fingers inside me," I tell him breathlessly
"I’m sure" His voice deepens and I hear the chair creak as he shifts "Shohat you like"
"I a how he did the saht, and a tiny but powerful shudder h my body
"Do you ever touch yourself while you’re alone in bed?" he asks, and I nod et off, Violet Make yourself coers from ly, indicating I’m already close, which is like aas ain and again, rubbing it faster, feeling the rush rise within ers working furiously overwith Ryder’s, and then I’as and I cry out, the throb and pulse ofme wish I could experience this cliuess I’ll settle for the next best thing TheI’ve ever done
I’ to catch rip my ankles and his breath tickles , his lips latching onto h , hot and quick and a flash of white that sendscompletely out of control
Hisposition so he can wrap his ars and press against hiainst his trousers He kisseslike rily, like I’m starved for him, which I am