I keep working my pussy

As he spoke, my hand worked my well lubricated pussy. The flow of girl juices covered my sex and my clit was hard and aching. I purposefully avoided stimulating her too much. I wanted to make this orgasm to spike real high, and avoidance would stretch my anticipation to the max. He must of picked up on the change in my breathing. I had said nothing as he described my cleavage and heaving breasts, with my taut nipples pushing against my blouse.