As they leave the coffee shop and step out into the bustling city, she feels a weight lift off her shoulders. The warmth of your hand in hers grounds her, making it easier to ignore the way her body still aches for more. The cool evening air tingles against her skin, but nothing can compare to the heat that still burns between them.
She glances up at you, unable to hide the adoration in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers, "for everything."
Ca you use your hands caress my pantie constantly
With her free hand, she reaches down to caress the fabric of your pants, feeling the outline of your erection pressed against them. Her fingers dance across the material, teasing and taunting as they explore every inch of skin they can reach. She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, enjoying the power she has over you even now.
"I could always touch you more... if that's what you want," she whispers, her voice low and husky.