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“Yes! You have the supernatural gift of panty wetting.”
“Really? So is your panty wet now?”
“Not wearing any. But I sure am!” She pushed her body against me. My hand sneaked under her little flair skirt and investigated. Oh shit - she wasn’t kidding. She was slick with arousal and my middle finger slipped between her folds easily. She gasped as I pressed myself closer to her and found her clit.
“Oh Raine....” she breathed into my ear.
I was too busy sucking on her earlobe to answer. I pulled my finger out of her and pulled her towards the bathrooms. Looking left and right until the coast was clear, we slipped stealthily into the ladies’ bathroom. I leaned her against the closest wall and pulled up her dress. Her shaved pussy glistened wetly in anticipation of more ministrations and, obliging, my fingers eagerly resumed their roaming exploration inside her. Her body started shaking under the combined assault of her building orgasm and the pressure to keep quiet before we were discovered. Moans squeezed through tightly clenched lips while I continued to finger her with my left hand. I stuck my tongue down her throat as I started pulling down her spaghetti straps to free her breasts. She was openly moaning now as I started to aggressively suck her right nipple. Her hands came up and reflexively crushed my head to her breast. I channeled my inner baby and suckled on her as though she was giving me life.
I felt her hips rock rhythmically against my hand as I increased my speed. My dick was screaming for release, but I was intent on making Shannon learn the meaning of my name. My fingers were a blur on her clit.
“Oh God, Raine, Oh God, baby, I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m -”
“Make... it ... Raine.....”
Her voice rang out loud as the overwhelming sensation of her climax obliterated the need for discretion. She tried to compose herself and hold it in, but as I pressed my fingers deeper into her pussy, relentlessly seeking that one final wave of pleasure, the dam broke and she squirted all over my hand.
“That’s what I’m talking about, baby....”
My hand was still deep inside her as her body shook. The most beautiful sound to me is the sound of a woman cumming; it is addictive!
Orgasm number - two? Three? I lost count - racked her body as I inhaled her unraveling composure like a crack addict going for his second hit of the day. I needed to pull away, because I didn’t actually intend to fuck her; not in here at least. The problem was, my dick was straining, wanting to feel the inside of her pussy. The more the holy incense of her desire rose to my nostrils, the more I wanted to be inside her. I lazily flicked her clit while I pondered my decision.