The itching in my body kept getting worse. I swear, if it weren't for my pants, I would've already hit my peak.But then a bell rang, sharp and clear. Class was over. Peter pulled himself away from me reluctantly.He announced the end of class and said we would pick up again tomorrow.I held it together through the itching and finally made it home.Matthew took one look at my face, all needy and unsatisfied, and immediately started wondering if I had done something with the teacher.I said no, obviously, and pulled him straight to bed.All eager, I climbed on top of him and rolled my hips hard, grinding against him to scratch that itch.Matthew had never seen me move like that. He didn't last long. He just laid there looking up at me, totally blissed out. At that point, he didn't care what I had or hadn't done with the instructor.The next morning, Matthew left early for work. My body started itching again, but no one was around to take the edge off. I was losing my mind.Fina
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