You feel your cock begin to throb and your balls tighten, and you realise that if you don’t regain some control very soon, you are going to cum. And however much you need to cum right now, you realise that this could signal the end of the fun. With a struggle, you manage to send orders from your brain to your hand to slow down, an order that your hand struggles to ignore, but your self control is just strong enough to get the command through, and not a moment too soon your hand relaxes slightly, and after a few seconds you breath a sigh of relief as you feel yourself step back from the brink of orgasm.
As you resume to a slower pace on your cock, Lucy takes a step closer, close enough now that you could reach out and touch her were it not for the glass separating you from her. You watch, transfixed, taking in the small details of her body now that she is so close, from the way her breasts are rising and falling ever so slightly as she breaths, to the dampness on her thighs from her own excitement and touching of herself.
As you stare at her thighs, wanting a clearly glimpse of her pussy from such close range, you don’t immediately register that she has yet again lifted her phone to her face, and it is only when your eyes travel back up to take in her breasts that you see her typing another message.
Message obviously completed and sent, she lets her hand holding the mobile drop to her side, but it is the other hand that holds your attention as she allows it to slide onto her hip, and then slowly upwards until she has one breast cupped in her palm and very gently squeezes it, her delight clearly visible on her face.
Her attention is suddenly back on her phone and although your soundproof door blocks the sound, you know it has once more announced the arrival of a new message for her.
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