Three Times I Rubbed My Panties While Confessing

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her slow hand drags across the fabric, the only sound her soft breaths and the gentle rub of lace on skin. You can't help but mirror her rhythm, your hand moving in time with hers as she presses against herself. Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to keep going, to see how long you can last under her gaze.

Her body shifts slightly, hips tilting up as her hand applies more pressure. The robe parts further, giving you a glimpse of one perfect breast. But it's her face that's the real tease, lips parted, eyes locked on you like she can see exactly what you're doing. You feel yourself getting harder, your breath catching as she rubs a little faster, a little harder.

You're on edge now, your pulse racing with every stroke of her hand. She's not going to stop, not until you do. And you can't look away, can't tear your eyes from hers as she keeps rubbing, keeps teasing. How long will you last?