He grabbed the remote, flipping the TV on, but his attention stayed on her legs. He leaned forward, his chest pressing into hers,Masturbate the t-shirt riding up further, and she slid her hands under it, gripping his bare breasts, squeezing hard.

“You’re insane,” she growled, her voice breaking as she pinched his nipples, rolling them between her fingers. “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered, but her hands moved, almost involuntarily, sliding down his thighs to grip the pantyhose. A laugh bubbled out of him, her laugh, bright and unrestrained.