Am I Pleasing You, Sir? Tell Me How I Can Make This Even Better For You…

She convulsed in the chair, bucking against her fingers and moaning loudly. Where had she gone…? XXX “God, you smell so good…” she breathed. As my eyes traveled down his body I saw that his pants were unzipped and that his cock was hanging out, shimmering wet and slowly losing its erection. I cocked my head to the side to give her better access. Rub one off…? A string of curses flowed out of her mouth, punctuated by pleasurable moans and cries of ecstasy. Miranda was directly behind me, hands on my shoulders. As she sat there bouncing around excitedly, her eyes landed on my laptop sitting open on my desk. One of them was a tall boy with brownish hair and a stupid grin plastered across his face. I could barely breathe; my face was hot, but that space between my legs was hotter. A small shock of anxiety shuddered through my body. Reluctantly, I turned my gaze towards the screen as well.