
I stare at him, trying to remember if I closed my door or not. When I come up empty, I grumble, "I thought I closed it. I always do."
"Doesn't matter now," he rests his palm on top of my pussy ππfrom over the material of my denim shorts and presses down. I gasp and grip his shoulders, steadying myself as a rush of need courses through me. "Such a naughty girl, making yourself come while thinking of me. You have no idea how hard it was not to burst into your shower and take over."π¦





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