Breaking Tension!

'Twenty-seven, yeah,' I admitted with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, my hand hovering near her back before settling on the couch cushion between us. 'Old enough to know that rushing into something like this could blow up everything.

But that doesn't mean I don't... feel it.' The confession slipped out, heavy with the truth I hadn't voiced yet. My eyes traced the curve of her neck, down to where her blouse gaped, revealing the soft skin of her cleavage.

Lower still, that persistent bulge called to me, imagining the weight of her cock in my palm, stroking it slowly while she whimpered, her sadness melting into moans. Emotions swirled—protectiveness for her, frustration at my own restraint, and that deep, forbidden attraction that made every breath feel charged.

Georgia sulked for a moment longer, her lower lip jutting out in a way that was almost endearing, but she didn't move away. Instead, she nestled closer, her head tilting toward my shoulder, blonde hair spilling over my arm like silk.

'Fine. But you're no fun,' she muttered, though there was a teasing lilt creeping back into her voice, the tension simmering rather than boiling over. Her hand found my knee again, lighter this time, fingers tracing idle patterns that sent shivers through me. The air between us thickened once more, desire humming low and insistent, her futanari secret a palpable presence as her bulge shifted with her breathing.

I could hear her soft exhales, feel the warmth building where our bodies touched, the night stretching out with unspoken possibilities. Part of me wanted to pull her onto my lap, to feel her hardness grind against me while I kissed away her sulk, but I held back, the emotional pull keeping us teetering on the edge, hearts racing in sync.

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