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You Can't Touch
You Can't Touch
She had an idea that’d wreck his head in the best way. Three years together, she figured it was time to break the usual gifts and do something fucking filthy. So she calls up her hot friend and runs it down: "You tease him silly, but he doesn’t get to lay a finger. No touching." Friend grins, says she’s in. That night the three of them are on the big couch, lights low. Friend strips slow, keeping her eyes locked on him the whole time, smirking every time his breathing hitches. She spreads open right there, touching herself with lazy, confident strokes, letting him see every wet inch of her. His girlfriend’s beside him, grinning like the devil, one hand on his thigh to make sure he stays sitting still. He’s hard as fuck, dick throbbing against his fly, but the rules are iron. Every time he twitches forward she shakes her head and tuts "Nope. No touching." Friend’s moaning now, fingers sliding in deep, knowing exactly how much she’s killing him. Finally his cock just can’t take it. He blows hard, cum splattering up his stomach and the couch while they both watch, eyes bright and greedy. The second he’s done they lean in together—tongues out, soft and warm—lapping up every drop with slow, wet licks until there’s nothing left but clean skin and two satisfied smirks.
She had an idea that’d wreck his head in the best way. Three years together, she figured it was time to break the usual gifts and do something fucking filthy. So she calls up her hot friend and runs it down: "You tease him silly, but he doesn’t get to lay a finger. No touching." Friend grins, says she’s in. That night the three of them are on the big couch, lights low. Friend strips slow, keeping her eyes locked on him the whole time, smirking every time his breathing hitches. She spreads open right there, touching herself with lazy, confident strokes, letting him see every wet inch of her. His girlfriend’s beside him, grinning like the devil, one hand on his thigh to make sure he stays sitting still. He’s hard as fuck, dick throbbing against his fly, but the rules are iron. Every time he twitches forward she shakes her head and tuts "Nope. No touching." Friend’s moaning now, fingers sliding in deep, knowing exactly how much she’s killing him. Finally his cock just can’t take it. He blows hard, cum splattering up his stomach and the couch while they both watch, eyes bright and greedy. The second he’s done they lean in together—tongues out, soft and warm—lapping up every drop with slow, wet licks until there’s nothing left but clean skin and two satisfied smirks.