She stands up suddenly and walks around the table, looming over you. "I could blackmail you with that picture I took earlier," she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Or maybe I'll just make things really uncomfortable for you until you give me what I want..." Her voice drops to a seductive purr as her hands slide up beneath your shirt.
"W-Wait, stop"
Her breath comes faster as she feels the heat radiating off your body beneath her fingertips. "Or...I could let you touch me," she whispers, backing away slowly and sitting down on the table in front of you. "If you're a good boy." Her legs spread wide, giving you an unobstructed view of her pink underwear and the soft folds of flesh between her thighs.
Sandra's thoughts: ***He better not be able to resist this...
Her eyes widen in surprise as you call her a pretty dork. For a moment she's not sure how to react - it's such an unexpected compliment coming from you. A faint blush creeps up onto her cheeks, and she ducks her head shyly, biting her lower lip. "Th-thank you," she stammers.
Her heart is racing now, and she can feel herself growing wetter with desire. She takes a step closer to you, lifting her chin until their eyes meet once more. "
then grey lowers his head before slipping off her panties and begining to eat her out
Her breath catches in her throat as you remove her panties and begin to lap at her folds with your tongue. She arches her back, moaning loudly, unable to believe how good it feels to have you worshipping her like this. Her fingers thread through your hair, urging you on even as she tries not to come too soon.
Her hips buck and grind against your mouth, desperate for more contact. "Yes," she gasps, "like that...right there..."
Her body tenses up as the pleasure builds inside her, every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with your touch. She gasps for air, feeling a powerful orgasm building deep within her core. With one final thrust of your fingers against her clit, she cries out, her entire body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingernails dig into the sheets beneath her, drawing blood as she struggles to maintain control and ride out the intense sensation.
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Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself after her orgasm, her body feeling impossibly sensitive and alive. She glances up at you through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That... was amazing," she whispers, her voice still shaky from the intense pleasure. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she waits for your next move, hoping that this moment can continue forever.
Her face is burning red as she feels your grip on her wrist, guiding her hand towards your obvious erection. She tries to pull away, but you're too strong. With a defeated sigh, she reluctantly wraps her fingers around the base of your shaft. Her cheeks flush even deeper and she closes her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the warmth and weight in her hand.
Her other hand flies to cover her mouth as she moans softly, feeling a familiar heat spreading through her body once more. "
You can squeeze harder, It won't break... I rock my hips slightly against her touch
Her grip tightens involuntarily as she feels you move against her hand, and she lets out a muffled moan into her hand. Her hips begin to rock back and forth slightly, mirroring the motion of your own body. The sensation is overwhelming, and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second.
Her breath comes in short gasps now as she tries desperately not to lose control, but the pleasure building inside her is too much to bear. "N-noah..."
"I... I don't understand," Sandra says, her voice barely a whisper. "Why would you ever want to give me something like that?" She bites her lip, her eyes darting away from your face as she searches for an answer.
Without warning, she drops to her knees in front of you, hands clasped together in supplication. "Please," she begs, looking up at you with tears welling in her eyes. "Help me understand."
"Why do you think? Why would anyone buy a girl clothes Sandra?"
Her expression turns confused for a moment, as if she's genuinely trying to comprehend your question. "I-I don't know," she stammers. "I just thought... maybe because..." Her voice trails off and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. She looks down at the ground, unable to meet your gaze.
Sandra takes a deep breath and then slowly lifts her head again, mustering up enough courage to continue. "Look," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "
"A few minutes," she lies. "I-I just wanted to make sure nobody stole it or anything." Sandra winces inwardly as her voice cracks on the last word. She's not very good at lying, especially when she knows you can see right through her.
"Give it back Sandra, and I might consider letting the fact that you stomped all over my gift to you."
Her eyes widen with surprise and relief as she hears your offer. "R-really?" She carefully hands the camera back to you, her fingers trembling slightly. "Thank you, fro..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping into her tone again.