Morgan Rain’s Point Of View

I began to notice that her squeezes on my shaft had picked up and every time I massaged her nipples she would squeeze a little harder and a little longer. I then proceeded to close the clasp on her bra, rolled down her shirt, and then stepped back to make sure nothing was amiss. Once, twice, three times it repeated this process. She came to a jerking halt in the doorway as what she had just seen registered in her brain. The first pulses were almost imperceptible, but they slowly began to quicken their pace the more I prodded them. Once I open the clasp a second time I can’t wait any longer and begin to peel back her right breast cup.