Rubbing yourself feels so good as your fingers glide up and down the warm wet velvety skin. Every time your finger passes over your tickle spot a electric shiver pass over your whole body. The nerd breathing begins to race as he watches you. You see his hand slide under the ice cream covered apron he was wearing as he slowly begins to stroke himself over his jeans.
Slowly you begin to lose yourself in the slow and gentle rhythm of your hand. Watching him pleasuring himself while watching you pleasure yourself is way too much. You have to stop. You have to but the build up feels so nice. It takes every ounce of willpower you have to stop and pull out your fingers.
You take your wet finger and trace a little message on the frosted glass.
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