He reaches for his pants now, fiddling with his belt buckle until it flaps open, and pulling down the zipper of his slacks. My thighs clench together as I try to soothe the throb between them, keeping my eyes trained on Braden so he can see just how desperately I need him. It feels impossible to keep from touching myself. My nipples swell behind my dress, and I can’t help but palm my breast, whimpering when my inner walls pulse in response.
