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She seduced me next morning, teasing me with her hand under the covers after she came into my room to tell me she was leaving for work. He had already left and we were alone, she was entertained by the tent I made in the covers with my morning arousal and she woke me with warm fingers stroking my cock. When I tried to speak she shushed me, placing her fingers on my lips softly caressing them over the sensitive flesh. When I tried to reciprocate she stopped me, only allowing my hand to cup her soft breast, the nipple rigid but off limits. I stroked it amazed at the smooth firm flesh. I dropped my hand and caressed her thigh under her long loose skirt; I stroked the front of her panties, causing her to moan. She even allowed me to slip a finger inside, her wetness easing my way as she spread her legs for me, enjoying the slow thrusts.

But not for long. She again stopped me, pulling my hand away. She told me I could have more of that later and she continued her caress of my rigid cock. I'm nothing special, but she made me feel like an Adonis, caressing me and murmuring to me. She teased me slowly to a mind blowing orgasm, all the time filling my mind with hot images: Telling me how much she wanted to ride my cock, how she would feed me her nipples, how she would be desperate for my tongue on her clit. She never stopped the slow caress of my cock, the lazy stroking, but her hands roamed all over me: thighs, stomach, neck, nipples, ears, lips. Everywhere she touched me seemed alive. My cock was desperate in her hand, I was gasping and moaning, writhing on the bed. The closer I came to cumming the more depraved were the images from her dirty mind. Telling me how much fun the three of us could have together, how wet it made her thinking of all the hot sex we could have. How much she wanted to have two hot males in her bed, how much of a slut she could be for that. I was aching with need and her caresses were excruciatingly slow. She lowered her head and slowly swirled her tongue over my cockhead.