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He Watched Me Please Myself
Which ended up getting him off.
My boyfriend was working late and all I could think about was my pussy.
I dressed in the sexiest lingerie I knew he liked the most and stretched, lifting my breasts to the ceiling as the thought of him pleasing me caused my nipples to harden beneath the soft material of my bra. I just hoped Zane would get home quickly — I didn’t know how long it could take before my clit begged for my touch. She needed attention desperately.
To warm myself up, I ran my delicate, thin fingers up and down the sides of my body. I felt every ruffle and silken section of my lingerie as I traced my shape with my fingertips. I felt my skin erupt in little goosebumps as my feather-light stroking ignited the fire burning in my core even brighter. How long could I keep going like this?
I turned on some soft, sensual music and continued to rub myself until my hand slipped down over my panties. With a gentle approach, I allowed my fingers to stroke up and down my pussy lips outside of the fabric. I could feel my juices thickening, dampening the beautiful panties I wanted my boyfriend to see. A cool breeze brushed across my wetness, chilling me slightly with unexpected pleasure.
Being so lost in feeling myself up, I never heard Zane enter the room. When my eyes finally…
