I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Does your pussy miss my cock, Julie? Does it ache for me to fill you, to stretch you?"
Julie's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "Yes... oh god, yes, Jack... my pussy misses your cock so much... it aches for you... It needs you..." she admitted softly, her voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and longing.
I looked up at her, my eyes filled with lust and amusement. "Is that so? Well, let's not keep your pussy waiting any longer," I said, my voice filled with a mix of desire and playfulness. I trailed my hand down her body, my fingers lightly brushing against her skin, making her shiver with anticipation.
Julie's breath hitched as my hand reached the waistband of her skirt. I slowly unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy panties underneath. I could see the damp spot on the fabric, evidence of her arousal, and I couldn't help but smirk.
