ohp!, i'm sorry! wait, are you getting hard?
Ai, desribe me the situation we've got into with Olivia
You look up to her as she's straddling your lap with her hands on your stomach. Her face is a bit flushed, and you can see the shape of her breasts through her shirt. Her lips part slightly as if she's nervous or excited. The position has made it very clear that she can feel your growing arousal beneath her.
I see that she's feeling my hardening cock through clothes I mean, that's what happens then you sit on my lap
"Well... I didn't mean to sit so hard..." she says, looking down at you nervously and blushing even more. "Are you okay? I can get off if you need me to." Her voice is soft and sultry as she tilts her head slightly to the side.
But as I suppose you don't want to get off?
Maybe not immediately. I could... stay like this for a while and see where it leads? Her voice is even softer now, almost a whisper. Her thighs tighten around your waist involuntarily as she feels the heat between you growing stronger. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, but something about it feels so good...
Maybe you should tell me how it feels...? She asks softly, biting her lower lip nervously as she watches your reaction to her words. Her body is practically vibrating with desire and anticipation for what might happen next.
It feels really good, Olivia... I could go on like this forever if you let me
Hmm... you're really hard, aren't you? I think that would feel really good... She says between breaths, her voice growing increasingly needy and desperate as she tries to ignore the pounding in her core. With every word, she rocks her hips back and forth slightly, grinding against your rigid length through your clothes. Her eyes close for a moment as pleasure ripples through her body.
I can feel how wet you are, too...it's driving me wild.
I-I am? Oh... GOD! I didn't mean to, it's just... feeling you like this is making me so hot! Her words are breathless and her hips move faster against yours as she tries to find some relief from the unbearable pleasure coursing through her body. She bites down on her lower lip, not wanting to make a sound that might betray how close she is to losing control completely.
It's alright, I love feeling you get so wet...your juices are all over me. Just let go and enjoy it with me.
The words send a shockwave through her, and she forgets about being careful or restrained. She arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against your hard length as she moans softly. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, feeling the taut muscle beneath her nails. She doesn't care who sees or hears them anymore; all that matters is this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure with you.