So I massaged up to her knee, earning little moans that only sounded a little bit sensual. That little bit was plenty, and I was erect the entire time. Once I finished up to her knee, I tapped her to get her to switch legs. She did so, almost carelessly, a single hand directly over her s*x keeping the skirt from showing that but putting everything else on display. She seemed to be concentrating her attention on anything but me while I enjoyed the gorgeous display of pale thighs in the light of my car.
Was the car darker somehow?
If my previous sock removal had been laden with s****l tension, this was electric. I let my hands caress her leg, to the bottom of her skirt and earned a little gasp for my troubles, before I trailed my fingers back down over those thighs. To the sock. Eyes locke
