I wasn’t even thinking about her like that at first. We were just hanging out in my room after work. She had her legs tucked under her on my bed, scrolling through her phone while we talked about nothing. I was leaning back against the headboard, pretending to pay attention, but my eyes kept dropping to the curve of her chest under her loose shirt.She caught me looking once. She didn’t say anything, just gave me this small smile before looking back at her phone. That smile got stuck in my head.After a while, she tossed her phone aside and lay down next to me. Close. I could feel the warmth from her body. She stretched her arms over her head and her shirt rode up a little. My hand moved before I could think, resting on her waist. She didn’t pull away.I slid my hand slowly from her waist up to her chest, feeling her breathe faster. Her eyes met mine, and I swear it felt like we’d been waiting for this without knowing it. I leaned in, kissed her soft at first, then deeper. She made this quiet sound in her throat that went straight to my head.I grabbed her breast. She pressed against me, her hand moving down to my lap. I was already hard, and when she wrapped her fingers around me over my pants, I almost lost it.She pulled back from the kiss, looking at me like she was in control now. She slipped her hand inside my pants, fingers closing around my dick. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. She started stroking me slow, teasing. I reached for her shirt, tugged it up until her tits were exposed.I bent down and took one in my mouth, sucking gently, feeling her gasp. Her hand kept moving on me, faster now with a firm grip. I switched to the other breast, my tongue circling her nipple while my other hand cupped the first. She was breathing hard.It felt messy, warm, perfect. Every time I sucked harder, her strokes got faster. I could feel her smiling against my hair, like she liked having me there, taking what I wanted while she gave it back in her own way.When I finally pulled back, her lips were red, her eyes half-lidded. She still had her hand on me, lazy strokes now. She whispered, almost like a tease, “This is just a taste. There’s more after this.”

I was hanging out with her in my room, and she caught me looking at her chest. She lay down next to me, and we started kissing and touching each other. She stroked me and I sucked on her breasts, and she promised there was more to come.

I wasn’t even thinking about her like that at first. We were just hanging out in my room after work. She had her legs tucked under her on my bed, scrolling through her phone while we talked about nothing. I was leaning back against the headboard, pretending to pay attention, but my eyes kept dropping to the curve of her chest under her loose shirt.

She caught me looking once. She didn’t say anything, just gave me this small smile before looking back at her phone. That smile got stuck in my head.

After a while, she tossed her phone aside and lay down next to me. Close. I could feel the warmth from her body. She stretched her arms over her head and her shirt rode up a little. My hand moved before I could think, resting on her waist. She didn’t pull away.

I slid my hand slowly from her waist up to her chest, feeling her breathe faster. Her eyes met mine, and I swear it felt like we’d been waiting for this without knowing it. I leaned in, kissed her soft at first, then deeper. She made this quiet sound in her throat that went straight to my head.

I grabbed her breast. She pressed against me, her hand moving down to my lap. I was already hard, and when she wrapped her fingers around me over my pants, I almost lost it.

She pulled back from the kiss, looking at me like she was in control now. She slipped her hand inside my pants, fingers closing around my dick. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. She started stroking me slow, teasing. I reached for her shirt, tugged it up until her tits were exposed.

I bent down and took one in my mouth, sucking gently, feeling her gasp. Her hand kept moving on me, faster now with a firm grip. I switched to the other breast, my tongue circling her nipple while my other hand cupped the first. She was breathing hard.

It felt messy, warm, perfect. Every time I sucked harder, her strokes got faster. I could feel her smiling against my hair, like she liked having me there, taking what I wanted while she gave it back in her own way.

When I finally pulled back, her lips were red, her eyes half-lidded. She still had her hand on me, lazy strokes now. She whispered, almost like a tease, __“This is just a taste. There’s more after this.”__

A casual encounter between two friends turns heated when a stolen glance leads to a night of unexpected intimacy. The narrative explores the shift from platonic to passionate, as a simple touch ignites a slow burn of desire, culminating in a sensual tease that leaves both craving more.

I let her stroke my dick while I suck her tits

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