And me too.
My body accumulates pleasure with just subtle touches, but accurate. That heated every inch of my skin as if a devastating fire consumed me, culminating in my resentful and throbbing clit.
I clench my thighs, holding back the feeling of mounting pleasure, and I want to bring at least one of my hands to that area, to pleasure myself a little.
Rocco, meanwhile, presses my body against his, one of his legs lightly between mine and my bottom pressing against his pelvis.
It's hot.
He enjoys feeling my body, moving against his, in a bubble of ecstasy and perversion while J watches us, a few meters away, submerged in the dark, but as if we were a spectacle of lust and pleasure, nothing more than the rubbing of two bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music.
“I know,” I said in a
