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The crowd had dispersed some time while Cameron had been comforting her. He felt so good. She could sit like this with him all night. Then he changed his caresses; he rubbed his hand along the insides of her thighs, lightly teasing the flesh under the hem of her shirt. He never ventured past the barrier the top presented, but each sure touch sent electric currents directly to her p***y. The burning on her rear spread, incited flames of need to ratchet higher, pulling her body taut. His caresses were doing far more to her composure than his spanking had done.
Cameron's hand shifted, dove underneath the hem of the tee-shirt, and cupped her s*x. Eliza groaned.
Her body was vibrating, her skin felt too tight, and she knew that if she touched herself she would come. She whimpered when Came
