My clit throbbed. Okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, sounding both confused and concerned. She hardly needed makeup at all, but we were about to go on a live-streamed talk-show, beamed out across the internet to the entire world. “Janice,” I gasped, breaking the kiss, staring into her hazel eyes. “Now go, Kurt. The thin material let her skin bleed through, her nipples a darker pink than the shirt. That pressure needed to escape. Yes, yes, yes!”
I came. “Kurt!” I screamed. “So good!”
“Wh-what are you doing, Janice?” I groaned. I couldn’t stop myself. My breath came faster, sharp inhalations as my clit expanded past five inches onto six, the tip spongy know, a slit forming. She had a pair of panties on beneath her shirt. It grew thrusting longer, expanding wider and wider. The pressure grew inside of me, threatening to drown me in the most amazing rapture imaginable. It was incredible. She threw her arms around my neck and planted a hot, soulful kiss on my lips. My moans burst from my lips. “Oh, my god, that’s good.”
Her hazel eyes, glassy with lust, stared up at me past my heaving
