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... feel good. Don't you deserve that? To feel good?"

Lexi's breath hitched as Max's fingers slipped beneath the lace, his touch sending electric shocks through her body. She could feel herself getting even wetter, her panties now soaked through with her arousal. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding to him. She ached to cross over to the dark side.

"But... it's... it's wrong..." she protested weakly, her voice trembling with desire and guilt. She could feel her resolve crumbling to nothing, her body responding to Max's touch in ways she couldn't ignore, her desire pushing over the dam and beginning to overflow.

"Who says it's wrong?" Max groaned, his lips tracing a path along her neck as he pressed his cock insistently against her ass. "It's just about making you feel good. He loves you, of course he wants you to feel good."

His finger lightly brushed against her clit again.

Faintly, almost imperceptibly, something snapped at the back of her mind.

With a sudden sigh of contentment, she succumbed to defeat.

Maybe he had a point, she thought, the molly easing into full control of her reasoning capability, steering her insistently away from her fears and toward her needs. Max was so nice, and so sweet, and he just wanted to make her feel good. He'd made her feel so good already, so shouldn't she do the same for him? Just a little bit. Spencer didn't have to know. He loved her, so he wanted her to feel good ...

... anyway.

Lexi's resolve was crumbling, her last vestiges of armor melting off under the heat of Max's touch. "But... what if... he finds out?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"He won't," Max assured her, his deep voice instilling utter trust. "This is just between you and me. I just want to make you feel good."

Lexi hesitated, her conscience in full retreat from a war-torn battlefield against a thousand serotonin-gorged axon terminals, her loyalty to her boyfriend accelerating its slide into the abyss as she sunk into the warmth of his chest against her back, the hardness of his big cock against her.

"I don't know..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her hips betraying her by thrusting needily upwards, desperate to get those probing fingers closer to her trembling, engorged cunt lips drooling with lubricating fuck juice.

She just had to act on it. It would be okay. She couldn't deny herself any longer.

She just had to.

"Please, Lexi," Max whispered, his fingers sliding deeper into her panties. "Just let me make you feel good."

Lexi closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation, excitement rising in her chest. His index finger found her quivering clit and lightly brushed it, and all her inhibitions slipped away into the void.

"Oh goddddd," Lexi breathed, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand, her thick lips widening into a guttural moan.

The rush of clitoral pleasure was the final pull that whisked away all thought of Spencer, ...