Look at the picture

You feel your cock is stiffening beneath your pants. Little John is clearly enjoying himself; who are you to deny him such excitement?

You turn back to Amy's laptop, and click on the image, nearly shivering with the excitement of your misbehavior. Your eyes are locked on the screen as the picture loads.

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A moment later, you're rewarded with the sight of Amy crawling towards you on a bed, her eyes smoldering as she stares back you through the computer screen. She's wearing strappy black lingerie with golden buckles, and matching gold nipple-pasties that somehow draw your attention to her nipples even more than if they were bare.

Everything about the photo has your body tingling with arousal. The way she oozes confidence and sexuality, the way her fetishy outfit leaves no doubt that she's the one in control.

By now, your hand has drifted down between your legs, and you're rubbing your erection gently through your clothes. You glance down, only now realizing what you're doing, and when you look back up, your eyes meet Amy's. You pull your hand away from your cock, hoping she didn't see anything, and turn back to the computer.