I could feel her level of sexual tension when her legs began to twitch with little spasms. Her body was craving the touch that didn’t come. It wanted the release that it couldn’t attain.
“Ah! Damn it! I’ve never had anyone tease me like this!” Vicky complained.
My head was concealed under her skirt, so Vicky couldn’t see the big grin on my face.
The more she struggled, the more I grinned at her frustration of denial. I was grinning so hard that my cheeks actually hurt.
“What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?” I asked innocently.
“Yes! What? No!” Vicky panted.
I laughed. “Which is it?”
“You bastard! You know what’s wrong. Get me off! Stop screwing around,” Vicky demanded.
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