Man with Star Tattoos Grinds on My Satin Shirt

She knows exactly what she's doing to you, arching under his touch, her blonde hair spilling across the bed. His fingers, adorned with small star tattoos, graze her breast through the satin of her shirt. Her eyes flutter open, then closed, as she tilts her head back, mouth parting slightly. Her breathing quickens, and so does yours.

His hand moves slowly over her, teasing through the fabric. Her body responds, pressing into his touch. The satin slides against her skin, and your hand wants to follow its path. She's wet, and getting wetter by the second. You can almost hear the soft sounds she makes as he leans in closer. Her face contorts in pleasure, her lips curling up. His glasses slip down his nose slightly as he moves in.

You're hard now, and your pulse is racing. You can feel the ache building. She's on the edge, and so are you. His lips are inches from hers. You know what's coming next. He's going to take her shirt off, and then... Your breath catches in anticipation. You're stroking yourself now, trying to hold on just a little longer. But you won't last much longer like this. She's too hot, and he's moving too slow.