Suddenly, I felt Sasha's body shift in my arms. I looked down and saw that her face was completely red. Moreover, the tight grip of her hand on my thigh had turned into a gentle caress, and she would even stroke my strained member from time to time.
I could not resist letting out a soft grunt, then I placed my hand on her thigh and gave it a hesitant grope. To my surprise, she not only allowed the touch but even spread her legs wide, letting me take a peek at her panties. This was obviously a signal for me to go higher.
Unfortunately, as much as I wanted to continue, we were inside a walk-in closet right across from the sofa. It was too dangerous for us to do anything, so I could only force back my urges and settle with stroking her inner thighs and occasionally rubbing her panty-clad p*
