Up

You slip your right hand aroud her front and start to knead one of the supple mounds that you've seen bouncing so many times. So this was what is felt like. You feel the point and pinch it, playing with the roundedness of its sides. You keep on rubbing her back and playing with her nipple, not noticing that she has become quiet and that her body has now become rigid.

"Winston."

You feel yourself coming alive like never before. Never like how it felt when you listened to her being fucked by a guy, or by several guys, and touching yourself to the sounds. Never like waiting outside her shower doors holding her towel for her and rubbing yourself with the thong that she dropped on the floor. This was it. This was what she felt like.

"Winston!"

You snap back and you see her head turned towards you, looking both confused and angry.