Zahara's hands travel from my shoulder, down my back, and up the leg of my shorts. Her hands travel to my ass, squeezing it, running her thumbs back and forth. The sparks from her hands are too much to bear. I can’t stay on my stomach any longer. I stand up, and that causes Zahara’s hands to drop from my ass. I grab her hand and lead her to a bench in the room. I sit her down and sit down next to her, so I’m facing her. Zahara reaches out and caresses my cheek. Her thumb traces my jawline, and it makes me shudder. I swear her hands on me put my body into overdrive. Her hand trails down my throat, lighting a fire as they go. Zahara’s other hand goes back to my face, and her fingers lightly trace my lips. I close my eyes, trying not to let loose right here, right now. I swear I could cum and be happy, but that would be too embarrassing. I want to touch her so badly, but I’m scared that she will disappear. I don’t want to ruin it this even though I’m yearning to take her in my
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