I looked down, seeing her panties soaked through, a mix of her arousal and my precum creating a dark, wet patch. I could see her bush, her lips, tantalizing glimpses of her pussy through the now-translucent fabric. I leaned down, my voice a low growl in her ear. "Don't worry, Margaret. When your pussy tastes my cock, all the itching will be gone."
I reached up, grabbing her tits, groping them hard, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. She moaned, "aaaah," her body arching into my touch. I couldn't wait any longer.
I jacked off her bra, freeing her boobs from their lace cage. Her nipples were inverted, pressing inwards, begging for my touch. I flicked them, my fingers tracing circles around the hardening peaks, her moans of pleasure my reward.