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People might judge me for the way my breathing sped up. For the way I palmed myself through my slacks. But the image of Poppy on her knees, eyes closed and mind filled with me, all while her fingers played with that beautiful cunt, was too much to resist.
“Poppy,” I said, unbuckling my belt. “Tell me more.”
I knew she could hear the belt. I knew she could hear the zipper. Her breath shuddered in and then shuddered out.
“I used one hand to touch my breasts,” she whispered. “And the other to work my c**t. I wanted your d**k so much, Tyler, it was all I could think about. How it stretches me. How you make it hit that perfect spot every time.”
Still leaning back, I freed my c**k from my boxer briefs and gripped it, moving my hand slowly up and down.
“What were you thinking about when
