Our Moment, Part 2 (R-18)

Left and right with growing exponential excitement, she continued to stroke her foot against the hard bulge in my pants.

I felt like a deer in headlights, the way I just froze stiff there. Because it was her, knowing that it was her, feeling it, I… I just couldn't handle it.

Ash was always the paragon of elegance to me, a bright beacon of light, of grace, that I'll always pale in comparison to. An unsullied beauty that knew no depravity.

Now, like a dream, a dream surely a million miles away from reality, here I was fondling her beautiful round breasts, pinching her hard nipples that were perking out between the slits in my fingers while I continued to throb and swell against the sole of her foot.