She's been quiet ever since I made her come. I want to do it all over again. She's walking aimlessly around the courtyard. It's clear she's frazzled. I enjoy sitting on the couch and watching her. She repeatedly glances toward me and pauses before she starts walking again.
I'm entertained, but my c*ck is painfully hard. I sit forward, placing my elbows on my knees. "Has anyone made you come like that?" I ask.
Her cheeks heat. My suspicions are confirmed. Her experience is far more limited than most nineteen-year-old girls.
"It's okay. It just means you have a lot more to experience." I push off the couch. Her hands instantly go behind her back, like she's forcing herself to stay still as I walk toward her.
"I need my panties back."
I reach her and mirror her stance, placing my hands b
