He was watching her.
She was face-down on the bed, wearing nothing but the white cotton panties he’d told her to leave on. She’d placed a pillow between her spread thighs and she was rocking against it, her forehead pressed against the mattress, her breath coming in pants. Her clit was throbbing and she was so close, so close—
And he was watching her.
She hadn’t stopped blushing once in fifteen minutes.
It wasn’t as though she’d never come in front of him before. It wasn’t as though he didn’t know she masturbated.
It was just—she was—it—
She was all spread out in front of him, and desperate, and humping her pillow.
Just the thought was enough to make her cheeks start burning again.
She raised her head to look at him, her gaze landing somewhere around his chin because she just couldn’t make eye contact right now. “Can I…” Her voice was too breathy; she stopped and swallowed hard before trying again. “Can I stop now?”
In response, he reached over and pressed two fingers against the crotch of her panties, rubbing every-so-slightly over her cunt. He hummed in contemplation, waiting for her to push back onto his fingers before removing them, then shook his head. “Not yet,” he said. “You need to be wetter.”
It turned out she could meet his eyes if it was to glare at him. “I’m soaked.”
“Are you?” he said. His fingers returned to her panties. “Why aren’t these wet yet?”
“Because…” Somehow because I have a weird vagina didn’t seem like it would be an acceptable answer here. So she huffed at him again. “I’m wet, not my panties.”
He grinned, like he couldn’t quite help himself. “You’re cute,” he said, and then his hand cupped her, palm over her cunt, middle finger over her clit. She groaned, dropped her head back to the mattress, and he said, “You know when you’ll be ready for me?”
“Right now?”
“No, silly girl.” He rubbed his finger in gentle, idle circles over her clit. “When your panties are completely soaked through. That’s when you’ll be wet enough.”
“Well, if you keep doing that…”
He moved his hand away. “Nope. Keep going. Get yourself wet for me.”
With a groan, she started rocking her hips against the pillow again, head still down.
“And look at me.”
Her blush started burning again. And she tried to ignore the way her cunt was suddenly gushing as she slowly, reluctantly raised her head up and met his gaze.
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Omg I relate so hard to this story. I also have a weird vagina. I can be soaking wet and still not show it on my panties. Girl i’m with you.
