It was too easy to picture her there in her bra, red-faced, shaking in the afterglow, thighs soaked. xxx18 “That guy is intense,” Kylie said. Her arms were folded over her chest like she thought me seeing her in a bra was a problem. I stroked down her back, up and over the curves of her firm bottom, and rested my fingers on her thigh. I gave her the best orgasm she’d ever had, and contrary to getting her to leave me alone, it had just made her hungrier. Or would she be like Brett, unable to finish on her own with someone watching? She was standing with her back to me. I trailed my fingers around for a few moments, feeling her tense beneath them.
