Her breathing was ragged now, chest heaving, breasts rising and falling in the open shirt, nipples straining against the lace like they were about to tear through. Her thighs pressed together tightly, trying to ease the ache between them, but it only made her squirm more on the sofa.
Her hand slid higher on my thigh, fingers grazing the outline of my hard cock through my pants, squeezing gently as she felt how thick and ready I was. She whimpered softly at the contact, hips rocking once against nothing, desperate for friction.
"It's so hard, Alex," Judy said, her voice low and trembling as she pressed her palm firmly against my bulge. She rubbed slowly in circles, feeling every thick inch straining against my jeans, the heat of her hand making my cock throb even harder.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark, needy, full of that same desperate hunger she'd had the first time I bent her over.
