“Maybe you should hurry up and actually touch me,” she says around another soft moan when I massage her thighs with both hands. She grips the sheets next to her hips, and her legs open wider. “Or I might do it myself.” I lean forward. My body covers hers, and I drag my teeth up her throat. “Fucking needy, aren’t you?” I whisper in her ear. “Are you wearing anything under my jersey, pretty girl? Take it off and let me see.” She scrambles to pull the jersey over her head, and I sit back on my heels to watch. I’m at a loss for words when I see a matching lace bra, black as night. She’s a
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