Flirt and Torment

Hayley was **** to scratch her nipples, but she knew she could not do that in public, and she wanted to impress Michael, so she kept trying to find subtle ways such as shrugging her shoulders in a way she hoped would cause her bra to move enough to scratch her nipples.

"So, Hayley...." said Michael.

Hayley gasped.

"Hayley, are you OK?"

She gasped again. "Um, I'm...not...yeah, I'm OK."

Michael clamped his teeth to keep himself from smiling at the fact he was enjoying Hayley's torment.

Haylely regained her exposure. "I'm OK. I'm not sure what came over me."

"That's OK, so tell me what's it like being Agent Peggy Carter and having a legion of comic book nerds lust over you."

Listening to Michael's voice made Hayley horny, her nipples were itching like mad, and to make things worse, the two random orgasms she had made her crotch wet and sticky, but she knew it would be rude to leave the party early. "Um...it's...it is certainly flattering," she said as her mind was racing in many different directions.