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“I thought we were–”
“We are. I just want to get you close before we do.”
“Oh,” Elisa said. “I think I’m already pretty close.”
Myra licked her and said, “Then, letmeget close.”
Elisa watched as Myra’s hand disappeared between her own legs and said, “Oh, God.”
She watched as Myra’s hips pressed into the bed and the muscles in her forearm clenched. Myra was touching herself, and she was licking Elisa at the same time. Elisa had to close her eyes because if she kept watching, she would come. Myra moaned and grunted a few times, so Elisa worried she’d just come, but then, Myra sucked on her clit, and Elisa didn’t have any worries at all anymore.
“I’ll come,” she said.
Myra stopped and shifted into a kneeling position, and Elisa just stared at her body. Myra then pushed Elisa’s legs apart and moved into position. One of her legs went under Elisa’s, and the other was on top of her. Elisa had only seen this in porn, but she was pretty sure she just had to lie there, and Myra would do most of the work.
“Spread yourself for me,” Myra said.
Elisa reached down with both hands and spread her lips.
“Fuck,” Myra added, looking at her. “You’re so hot.”
Elisa smiled and tried to hold back her blush.
“Will you just… touch yourself for a second for me?” Myra asked. “Please.”
Elisa hadn’t ever touched herself in front of anyone.
“What do you–”
“Stroke it,” Myra interrupted. “Just for a second. I want to watch you.”
Elisa moved her index finger over her clit and dragged up the length of it.
“Oh,” Myra said as she watched, enraptured. “Again?”
Elisa wondered at the power she was wielding right nowand did as requested.
“Again,” Myra repeated as her hand moved to cover Elisa’s sex.
Then, Myra’s eyes closed as she must have felt Elisa’s finger drag over her clit.
“You’re going to make me come,” Myra told her.
“You’re not even touching anything,” she noted in awe.
“Don’t have to.”
Myra opened her eyes before she cupped her gently, and when Elisa removed her own hand, Myra rubbed her sex with her palm, pressing into her and curling her finger a little into the coarse hairs.
“Are you claiming me or something?” she teased.
Myra’s eyes were dark as she stared up at Elisa and continued to massage Elisa’s sex.
“Can I be the only one who gets to touch you like this?” Myra asked.
“Yes,” Elisa replied.
“And you can be the only one who touches me like this.”
