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We were all pretty drunk, and soon enough, we decided to sleep in the room. I curled up on the couch in just my t-shirt, which barely covered my body. The guys found spots on the floor and another couch.
In the middle of the night, I felt a hand on my small breasts. I slightly opened my eyes and realized it was James. He was masturbating, and with a slight movement, he had upskirted me, exposing my pussy and one of my breasts had slipped out of my t-shirt. I didn’t move, pretending to be asleep, and let him continue.
The sight of him stroking his cock and the feeling of his hand on my breast made me incredibly horny. He was clearly enjoying himself, his breathing growing heavier and more ragged. I could feel his arousal building as his hand continued to fondle my breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple.
James’s pace quickened, and I could tell he was close. He leaned over me, his eyes fixated on my exposed body. With a final groan, he came, his cum splashing onto my skirt and leaving droplets on my bare skin. The sensation of his warm cum on my body sent a shiver of excitement through me.
I lay there, feeling the sticky warmth of his cum on my skin, my own arousal growing. I could feel myself getting wetter, my pussy throbbing with need. This encounter had left me wanting more, and I couldn’t wait to explore these desires further.
There’s so much more to tell, but for now, this little taste of our naughty night will have to do.
