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I glanced over my left shoulder and then my right. I thought maybe she’d gone to get a condom, but then heard noise in the kitchen. As I struggled to bring myself to my feet, she came around the corner with a knife in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other.

“What the hell are--”

“Sit down,” she said.

“What the--”

She wagged the scissors at me. “Sit.”

I sat.

She knelt, lifted my good leg, and began cutting the denim starting at the leg opening. As I watched her with an open mouth as she methodically worked her way toward the hip.

“Painful?” She asked as she snipped through the material.

I grinned. “No.”

After completely shearing through the left side, she began on the right.

When she finished, she lifted the top portion of denim from me and tossed it aside. Then, she cut off my boxers.

She set the knife and scissors on the floor at her side, stood, and admired her handiwork. “You look better naked than you do with clothes.”

“So do you.”

“I don’t think so.” She took a few steps away from me and squeezed her boobs. “They’re small.”

I watched her squeeze the smooth skin in her delicate hands. Her boobs weren’t small at all. They were perfect.

“They’re perfect.”

“Thank you.” She nodded her head toward my crotch. “Stroke your cock.”

Her remark caught me off guard. “Excuse me?”

“Stroke your cock. It’s not hard anymore. I want to watch you stroke it.”

She didn’t have to ask me again. I gripped it in my hand and started stroking it.

As I did, she began to finger herself and play with her tits.

“Faster,” she said.

Slowly, she worked her middle finger in and out of her pussy.

I stroked myself a little quicker as I anxiously watched her.

“Faster,” she breathed. “Stroke it…stroke it like you want to come. I want to watch you come. I want to see it burst out of the tip.”

“Alexandra, I…”

She began to finger herself feverishly. Her breathing became choppy.

With my eyes fixed on her, I worked my fist up and down my cock, stroking it fully and firmly.

“I want to watch your face when you come,” she said. “And I want you to see mine when I do.”

Facing each other, we worked toward pleasuring ourselves.

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