Chapter 22: Night With The Boys III
Few minutes into the movie, she shifted uncomfortably in her spot, trying to adjust the thong that now felt like a nuisance in her wet pussy.
Troy turned to see if she was okay, and she nodded her head, letting up a small smile and reached for a slice of the pepperoni pizza, stuffing half of it in her mouth hoping it’s spiciness would be enough to take her mind off her pussy.
She kept watching, enjoying the normal scenes and cringing visibly at the explicit ones, in a good way, of course, and when Tristan made the first move, she couldn’t help but moan very softly.
He placed his palm on the small of her back- ignoring how uncomfortable that was for him, given his position- relishing how hot her skin felt on his calloused palm.
Sensing no resistance from her, he massaged the area softly with his palm, earning another moan from her.
She could feel him caress her lower back smoothly and softly, she knew she should have resisted but everything within her didn’t seem to want that, so she gave in.
It felt like they were taking apart the walls she’d built, piece by piece without struggle. Besides she chose the movie.
Innocently.
Kevin had asked that she saw the movie the last time they spoke, and since then she hadn’t seen it or even looked it up.
And now, the whole room smelt of her arousal.
Tristan carried on massaging that particular spot, not moving up or down, very much to her dismay.