I understand that-God, I understand that too well. That’s how much she wants this over with. It’s a little too fast, even considering how turned on I am. She closes both fists around me and begins to jerk me off for real. Her wrists are flush against each other, but she can still squeeze me in both hands and push down to my root and that’s what she does. She’s pulling me out and I almost come right there. I watch as her nimble fingers undo my button, and then my zipper. And it’s like that electric line from class is still connecting us because I can feel her caving in to me, now-I recognize it with a rush of emotions I can’t define. It won’t kill me to fuck her, but it’s this I really want. “And then you’ll thank me.”įor not fucking her. “You’re not just going to touch me, got it? You’re going to take me out and jerk me off,” I tell her. But nothing compared to how my dick will feel. It’s a sensitive place, her hands and mine. I look down at her, running my fingertips gently between her palms. Maybe she’s even thought about it, but probably not quite like this. First I slide my two fingers inside, as if her clasped hands are a cunt I have to prepare. I reach down and show her what I’m looking for, just to show her. Instead I take the hole of my own creation, the space between her palms. I can have any hole of hers I want, and she can’t do a damn thing. She’s the one captive, and I’m hard as a rock.
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