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After James jerked off, I could feel my pussy getting wetter, a burning desire building inside me. My body craved more. I felt James’s hand on my thighs, his touch light and teasing. His fingers brushed against my pussy lips, sending electric jolts of pleasure through me.
One of my breasts was exposed, my nipple hard and aching. My skirt had ridden up, exposing my wet, needy pussy. James thought I was drunk and unaware, so he touched me a little more boldly. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, failing to keep my excitement hidden.
In a sleepy, almost dreamlike state, I pressed his hand harder between my thighs, desperate for more of his touch. His fingers found my pussy lips again, and I started scissoring my legs, grinding against his hand to soothe my aching need. This made James hard again, his erection straining against his pants.
I reached for his other hand and placed it on my breast, guiding him to squeeze and caress it. “Press and suck them,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. James didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned in, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it.
The sensation of his mouth on my breast and his hand on my pussy drove me wild. My hips bucked against his hand, and I could feel the pressure building…
