Finding the soap, I squirted some on my hands, then leaned backward against the tile. Now, when I massaged my breasts, he could see the tops of the curves as I pushed them upward, my nipples just out of view. He groaned, his bicep moving faster, his eyes never leaving the screen. I licked my lips again, moving one of my hands down my belly, then cupping between my legs.He moved forward in his chair, his stomach clenching while he watched me. Could he tell I was touching myself lower? What was my giveaway? I could see the screen wasn’t capturing my hand movements, was he just imagining as I was? Maybe he was reliving when we had been together before.Before I could control myself anymore, my finger dipped between my folds, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive button. It felt amazing, but nothing compared to when Mack would touch me there.His breathing picked up, matching mine, his eyes now locked with mine. His jaw was tight, his lips trembling
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