Greedy, dependent, and craving more

The slowest clothes removal in human history is being carried out by Jacob, whose hands drag slowly over my thighs, his knuckles brushing against my flesh, and his face remaining perilously near to the frail triangle of fabric between my legs.

I put on my sexiest pair of panties, silky light pink with white lace edging, anticipating some kind of activity tonight. As I step out of my shorts, I'm glad I came prepared. I can tell Jacob is purposefully teasing me when he glances up at me from where he is still kneeling in front of me. He is aware of my desires.

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