Expecting them to stop you at any moment you dance sensuously in front of them, copping a feel of your own breasts like you know they want to. When no one tells you to stop you rub your hands down to your hips.
'Moment of truth,' you think to yourself, nervously, and with a come-hither look you bunch up the panties, pulling them up into the crevice of your pussy, followed by a hand at front and back dipping down over the lace and over your engorged mound of eager flesh.
With a smile you rub briefly against your most sensitive parts before taking hold of the black lace and pulling it forward and back like you're flossing your vagina. Their eyes nearly pop out, or at least Andrew's does, and you reason that he's the most important one to impress anyway.
You let out a few not-quite fake moans as you continue to rub the panties through your lips, and realize too late just how close you are to the edge when your body erupts into orgasm.
Never a quiet cummer you cry out for the whole room to see, cameraman and all. |
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NOW will they stop you? Or do you need to continue after that embarrassment?
Of course not, you haven't finished stripping yet!
It's obvious to everyone you came, so you roll with the slut card and go a step further
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