The Life-Changing Trip
My breathing grew heavier as my hand moved again, no longer holding back as I squeezed firmly.
Sometimes my grip tightened, sinking into the soft warmth beneath my palm.
Phoebe's body reacted to my grip, her hips tensing slightly.
Watching her breathing grow uneven only made me more impatient.
At that moment, my mind held only one thought: I wanted something even more thrilling.
Desire had completely overwhelmed reason, and my courage grew with it.
I grabbed the edge of Phoebe's stockings, trying to pull them down.
That finally startled her.
"Don't…"
She quickly reached back to stop me, preventing me from going any further.