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Chapter 8 by Meister U Meister U

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Miranda continues

Miranda's fingers tightened their grip, and she began to tug your jeans down with a slow, deliberate motion. The fabric of your underwear slid along with the denim, inching lower and lower. You could feel the pressure building, the waistband of your underwear stretching taut over the tip of your erect penis.

The sensation was almost unbearable, a mix of tension and anticipation that made your heart race and your breath catch in your throat. You were acutely aware of the eyes watching you, the room's atmosphere charged with a palpable curiosity. The moment stretched out, each second feeling like an eternity as you braced yourself for what was about to happen.

Finally, the pressure became too much. With a sudden, almost audible snap, the waistband of your underwear slipped past the tip of your penis, and your erection sprang free. The release was both a relief and a moment of intense humiliation, the sudden exposure making your face burn with embarrassment.

The cool air hit your sensitive skin, heightening the sensation and making you painfully aware of just how exposed you were. Your erection stood out prominently, an undeniable testament to your arousal in front of everyone. You could feel their eyes on you, a mix of shock, amusement, and perhaps a bit of envy flickering across their faces.

As Miranda finally tugged your jeans all the way down, she left your underwear in place, the elastic band pressing uncomfortably between your balls and the base of your erect penis. The sensation was intense, the pressure adding to your already heightened state of arousal and embarrassment.

Sarah couldn't help but giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, that's quite the look," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "Never seen anyone wear their underwear quite like that."

Nicole chimed in, a smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like someone's having a hard time," she teased, her gaze lingering on the obvious bulge. "Maybe we should give him a break. Or maybe not."

Miranda, having completed her task, stepped back with a satisfied smile. "I think he's ready for the next round," she said, her tone playful yet authoritative.

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