Your Rival Squirms

As you dig your fingers deep into her sex, your rival squirms beneath you, moaning – screaming – cursing your every touch, and her every step closer to orgasm. It is the moment you dreamed about, and the moment she feared, when she accepted your invitation to settle things – to determine whose womanhood could stand the test.

And as you watch her will break, and body release, you go harder, faster, so that she must beg you to cease, and plead for you to end your efforts at pleasing her. It is only then, when she does, that you will withdraw your fingers and claim your prizes: her tongue on your clit, her boyfriend, and her averted eyes whenever the two of you meet again.

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