With a level of control that amazes you, you stop yourself doing more than lay your hands softly on Lucy’s naked body.
“Text him” you say forcefully, “text him and see what he wants done to you next”
Lucy opens her eyes and looks over at you, her lips moving from a moan of pleasure to a wicked grin. “Oh, you are getting into this now aren’t you” she whispers while reaching back for her phone. As her fingers dance across the small keys, you sit down on the lawn beside the sun lounger, allowing yourself to gently caress Lucy thighs, ensuring you don’t get too carried away, your fingers brushing back and forth, as you both wait eagerly for the reply.
It seems an age before the phone lets out its familiar beep to announce the latest message, and as Lucy picks it up, your hands come to a halt on her thighs…
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