As Thomas's fingers continued their exploration, he broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto Jane's, a silent question hanging in the air. Their gaze was an unspoken pact, a confirmation of their shared desire.
Jane's response was immediate, a guttural moan that reverberated through the room, a declaration of her yearning for more, for the culmination of the desire that had been building between them. Her vocal affirmation seemed to fuel Thomas' desire even more, as she saw a smile appear around his lips.
With a fluid grace, Thomas stood, his fingers still intimately connected with Jane's most sensitive places. As he moved to the side of the massage table, the dance of his touch continued, each stroke sending pulses of pleasure coursing through her body. In the depths of her desire, Jane's eyes followed his movements, the subtle play of muscles beneath his clothes sending her imagination into overdrive.
It was then that Jane's gaze settled on the unmistakable bulge in Thomas's pants, an undeniable testament to the effect she was having on him. Her thoughts spiralled, and as her eyes locked onto the outline of Thomas's cock, she noted its size. There was no mistaking it; his size was impressive, larger than John's. The fabric strained around the base of his cock, the outline of the head unmistakably prominent. Jane imaged what lay hidden beneath the fabric, the strength and power that she sensed in his touch now given a physical form.
Thomas, met Jane's stare with a knowing smirk. His fingers never ceased their motions, maintaining a rhythm that mirrored the quickening beat of their hearts. With deliberate intent, he began to rub himself through his pants, a visual and tactile tease that caused Jane's body to shudder.
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