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Chapter 101: Slow she was giving—eagerly, earnestly—with every motion.

she sucked with as much vigour as she could muster as my one hand still slowly caressed her head as if praise a child for their efforts to coax them to work hard. I didn't want to break her but make her completely enjoy participating.

Her gaze never left mine as my hand wandered lower, fingers tracing teasing patterns along her stomach before slipping to her hips.

She parted her legs without hesitation, a silent plea written in the way her body arched slightly toward my touch.

My fingers hovered just above the damp spot darkening her green shorts, the fabric sticking slightly to her skin.

I didn't touch her directly, not yet. Instead, I traced slow circles around the wetness, letting the anticipation build as her breathing grew heavier, her body trembling slightly under my restraint.

Each moment stretched long and deliberate, the sensations shared between us building into something both primal and intimate. This wasn't hurried or careless—it was control, focus, and the pleasure of knowing exactly how to unravel her, one touch at a time.

she sucked with as much vigour as she could muster as my one hand still slowly caressed her head as if praise a child for their efforts to coax them to work hard. I didn't want to break her but make her completely enjoy participating.

I continued to edge her, tracing the wet fabric, occasionally passing over it but never giving in completely to the point that she reaches her release.

her growing desperation only amplifying my amusement and desire.

Each time she pressed herself against my hand in silent pleading, I pulled away, leaving her teetering on the brink.

Her frustration turned to soft, muffled whimpers, each one vibrating through her throat, sending pleasurable jolts along my length.

When I decided to end my teasing, I placed my hand firmly on her shorts.

The damp fabric was hot to the touch, saturated with her arousal, and a quiet moan escaped her lips—a sound that caressed my dick enveloped in her throat sending waves of pleasure rolling through me.

Slowly, deliberately, I traced the outline of her pussy lips through the clinging green material.

The entrance of her thighs quivered with need, her body softening under my touch as the fabric darkened further, now almost translucent and clinging so tightly it was rendered pointless.

Her hazy green eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the sensations.

Her mouth moved on me with renewed intensity, her tongue and throat tightening rhythmically as if to match the pulse of her trembling body.

I pressed a single finger against her entrance, the wet material pressing inward with it, outlining her desire in explicit detail.

The fabric clung, now fully molded to her shape, each ridge of her arousal visible, the heat radiating through it onto my hand.

I could feel her drawing closer, her body betraying her mounting pleasure.

Her trembling thighs, her tightening stomach, and her pebbled nipples—straining against the green sports bra to the point of tearing it—were all evidence of her nearing release.

I pressed a finger inside, not bothering to remove the shorts, letting the wet material stretch and strain around me as it got further wedged inside her entrance.

The slick heat of her arousal soaked my hand, the fabric catching on my nail as I extended it ever so slightly.

The pressure and friction were enough to tear the overstretched material, the green shorts splitting neatly around her entrance as I pushed deeper.

The sudden intrusion made her body jolt, her back arching as she cried out against me.

Her release came in a wave, her juices spilling past my finger, drenching my hand and dripping onto the tight material still clinging to her thighs and toned ass.

The white sofa beneath her bore the evidence, the fabric stained with her essence, a testament to the intensity of her climax.

I watched, mesmerized, as her trembling body surrendered entirely, her hips twitching involuntarily against my hand, her mouth and throat tightening rhythmically around me in perfect unison.