Let her squirm

You watch closely as she flinches subtly, likely feeling yet another bite on her sensitive mound. You’d noticed she hadn’t shaved in what looks to be a little while, and wondered if the crabs were enjoying the bush she was sporting.

Jennifer was visibly twitching now, biting her lip and plucking at the waistband of her pants. She began scissoring her thighs together, lips pursed with the effort and frustration. Once this proves inefficient, you watch her hands scrabble against her thighs, occasionally sneaking in a quick scratch on her mound. Her eyes betrayed her inner thoughts, she looked as though she’d rather be anywhere else to handle her itch than right in front of your prying eyes. Face burning, the hot shame she felt seemed to make the itches worse, and she let out a gasp as she grabs the waistband of her panties. She tried to be discrete as she pulled the material of her panties back and forth, relishing in the friction. Little did she know she was only fanning the flames of her irritated pussy, and soon she was beginning to yank her panties to cut deep into her pussy.

The ensuing wedgie did her no favors and she reached to pluck them out of her crack, but couldn’t stop grinding her pussy into her panties if she tried. Grunting, the way her face screwed up as she tugged let you know the itch was really in full swing now, and she was **** for relief. Her grunts were beginning to shift to whines as the itch raged on, not even caring about subtly at this point.

“O-oh fuckkkkk, it itches so fucking bad! I just… can’t… ohhh I just can’t get the spot!” She moaned, using both hands now to tug her panties deep into her pussy and grinding her hips into the fabric.

“Why are you j-just staring! Look somewhere- ohhh f-fuck that’s it, right there…. Stop looking!” She screamed at you, embarrassment not enough to slow her hands or hips.