[ she can't say anything too loudly, not if she wants others to hear. it makes her cheeks hot, the way she's already so, so fucking horny for him and they're barely halfway there. she needs him, needs more of what she'd gotten to taste. ]
Maybe earlier was a mistake.
[ she whispers, grinding back discreetly against him, forcing herself to look ahead without making it obviously. her deft fingers unzip him nice and slow when she realises he isn't stopping her, and she's massaging him through his briefs, her mouth dry. oh, maybe this is a mistake, too. his cock feels so warm, so real, and she can swear he's getting hard, too, and she wants him.
she turns her head just a little, enough to whisper in his ear. ]
It only makes me want you more. I can't help myself now.
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Maybe earlier was a mistake.
[ she whispers, grinding back discreetly against him, forcing herself to look ahead without making it obviously. her deft fingers unzip him nice and slow when she realises he isn't stopping her, and she's massaging him through his briefs, her mouth dry. oh, maybe this is a mistake, too. his cock feels so warm, so real, and she can swear he's getting hard, too, and she wants him.
she turns her head just a little, enough to whisper in his ear. ]
It only makes me want you more. I can't help myself now.