You jiggle over to join Nguyen. You make quite the pair, in fact a pair of pairs. Your bust shimmies and shakes, even after you reach her. The simple act of breathing enough to keep the girls in motion. Enough to make your sensitive nipples brush over the fabric. To suppress a whimper of need, you bite your lower lip. But that can only be a short term help.
One hand is slipping into your cut-offs. The moist need building and building. As your fingers reach the lush bush of your pubic hair, you find the watch catching in the waist band of the denim.
It gives you a little pause... This feels SOoooo good... But you want your life to be more than this.
"I wish we were husband and wife.... Nguyen and I... "
It all you can manage to get out before your fore-finger reaches your clit, and you sink to your knees.
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