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As she stood there, her bare skin glowing softly under the light, she turned to me with a curious look and asked, “Did James ever fuck you?” The question caught me off guard, but I managed to smile and shake my head. “No,” I lied smoothly. “He gets aroused, sure, but he’s never gone that far.”
She raised an eyebrow, her expression half skeptical, half amused. “And you don’t get upset about that?” she asked, tilting her head. I chuckled softly, stepping closer to her. “Not at all. I actually enjoy it,” I said, my voice low. “I love teasing and, well…masturbating afterward.” Her eyes widened slightly at my honesty, and I saw her glance down, biting her lip.
Then she surprised me with another question. “What turns you on the most?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost a whisper. I hesitated for a moment before leaning in, letting my lips hover near her ear. “You,” I admitted, my breath warm against her skin. Her body stiffened slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.
The tension between us snapped, and I reached out, cupping her breast in my hand. Her skin was warm, soft, and inviting. My thumb brushed over her nipple, and she let out a soft gasp, her body leaning into my touch. I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I leaned in, my lips finding hers, and kissed her deeply. She hesitated for just a second before kissing me back, her hands lightly gripping my arms as our bodies pressed together.
