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A Lovely View

... something beautiful about the scene in front of her. She imagined what it would be like to have something like that inside of her and felt a warmth down near her vagina. A light moan came from beside her and Cloe gathered from her peripheral vision that Wakaura had slowly began to rub herself through her pants with her right hand, her left still holding up her shirt and bra. “Wakaura!” Cloe said, genuinely shocked. But she kept her own skin exposed and her eyes glued on the boy. “Sorry! I can’t help it.” “You don’t have to stop,” Cloe said, and noted that her friend had actually been speeding up, not showing signs of stopping. “You just surprised me.” The boy had also started to speed up, his dick slapping against the window, a look of ecstasy on his face. “Do you think he’s going to cum?” Cloe asked, the last word coming out as a squeak as her mouth lost its last bit of moisture. “Oh God, I hope so,” Wakaura replied. “Press your chest against the glass.” And the Indian girl followed her own advice, smashing her tits against the smooth surface. Without questioning, Cloe obeyed, gasping as the cold material pressed against her stiff nipples. The boy stopped jerking off for a moment as he saw what they’d done and then started to go even faster than before. The sight made Cloe’s pussy get even warmer and she thought she felt some wetness down there as well. Finally, the urge was too much and she thought, “what the hell,” one more time before letting go of her shirt with her ...

... right hand and starting to rub her crotch. Cloe had masturbated before, of course, but never really on top of her clothes, and never with or in front of someone else. She found the combination of her voyeurism and expositionism thrilling, giving her a turn on beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. The sensation of her fingers rubbing her wet pussy over her panties and jeans was strangely erotic. She thought she might orgasm any moment. As if her thought had been sent via telepathic link, the boy started to jerk, jets of white splashing against the window. Cloe moaned and started rubbing herself in sync with the boy’s orgasm, leaning up against the glass to steady herself. “Oh… my… Gooood…” Wakaura said from beside her, the words coming out in jerks as she violently rubbed herself. The boy waved again, face obviously red, probably ashamed, and darted back out of sight. Cloe caught a glimpse of his rear end as he left. The globs of semen were still slowly dribbling down the window. Cloe and Wakaura looked at each other, stepping away from the window, both still rubbing furiously. Cloe noted that her friend’s boobs were slightly discolored from being pressed against the window, and that her nipples stuck straight out. Goose bumps graced her flesh, rather big ones circling the nipples around the areola. Wakaura let go of her shirt completely, fumbling for her zipper as she flopped down on her bed, eyes closed. Because of the size of her friend’s tits, her shirt had stayed up ...