Wasn’t thinking about how wrong this should be. My cock, still out, still hard, still aching, throbbed against my stomach, untouched. xnx I shot a glance at Samantha from the corner of my eye. Smooth. But that wasn’t what had me struggling to hold on. We had grown up together. At a place where, in a few minutes, she might strip down and spread her legs for someone in front of me. She wasn’t begging. It wasn’t about the party, or the way her body felt beneath mine, or the way her fingers clung to my back, pulling me deeper, guiding me where she wanted me to be. She spun. She didn’t look at me, either. A dress meant to be noticed.
