CHLOE. I wanted him. I wanted sex badly. Lucas came closer and started to touch me, all over my body. I did not stop him. I couldn't bring myself to stop him because I wanted him. No, I wanted to be touched. Every part of me was pulsating. My pussy was soaking with my juice. Goodness, I wanted him. I shouldn't want him but I did. He pulled me to the bed, whispering all kinds of words in my ears. His fingers grazed my nipples, sliding back and forth. I moaned, the sound slipping out of my mouth without my control. I closed my eyes, enjoying every part of it. Goodness, what was wrong with me? Why do I want this? He was beginning to untie the towel from my body and I felt his manhood graze my wet pussy. Hmm, I moaned hey again. It was kind of shameful that I did not control myself. “You want me to finger you?” He growled in my ear and then moved his hand to my thigh, he started to push his hand up my thigh, almost touching my pussy when I pushed him off. “Stop, no!” I said.
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