Leilani
My breath caught in my throat when I felt his large, hot and hard palm on my soft thigh. A spiral of arousal traveled down my p***y and I swallowed, trying to keep my expression neutral as I moved my fork in my plate.
He squeezed my soft flesh slowly, then seductively caressed down my thigh and back up again, the heel of his hand pressing against my bare hip each time he moved up. I tried not to look at him. God, I felt moisture in my feminine folds and I just wanted him to dip a finger in there.
His hand slowly moved up the space between my thighs, and I found myself trapping his hand between my thighs and squeezing deeply, trying to somehow get off on his hand. I was so worked up and ready for him that I could actually c*m without him even touching me.
“Heard you are working
