Eyeglasses, Quiet Fingering

In a dimly lit room, a woman wearing eyeglasses sat on the edge of the bed.Her eyes caught sight of a man across the room who was quietly masturbating.As he fingered his cunt through his pants, she could hear the sound it made, which only heightened her own desire.This girl had always been curious about such acts, but today her lust for something more would finally be fulfilled.Her glasses glinted in the moonlight as she slid off her skirt and laid back on the bed.Her fingers spread wide across her pussy, feeling the wetness growing between her legs as anticipation took hold.The woman watched as he approached her, his eyes focused on her body.She felt a shiver run down her spine as his gaze roamed over her, taking in every inch of her shaved skin.As he stood beside her, their eyes met and she knew this was no ordinary encounter.Her heart raced in time with the mans fingers moving in rhythmic patterns on his own body.Her breath came quicker as she watched him.As if guided by an invisible thread, his fingertips gently traced the outline of her nipples, making her tits harden under his touch.With each passing second, the tension between them grew more palpable, and it was only a matter of time before they surrendered to their desires.The man reached forward, placing his hand on her pussy as she spread herself wider for him.With an air of expertise and sensuality, he began to finger her, matching the rhythm of her own touch upon herself.As her pleasure continued to build, she noticed how quiet he was, never making a sound while their erotic dance played out.His eyes locked with hers as they continued, and the connection between them grew stronger.Her cunt ached for him, needing his cock more than ever before.The man understood her unspoken desire and began to pleasure her even harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.Their bodies moved together in harmony, their eyes never once straying from one another as they explored each other.It was not until she could no longer contain her orgasm that she called out his name, the sound muffled by the pressure of her own hands clamped over her mouth to prevent the others in the room from hearing her.He continued to finger her even after shed climaxed, both of them lost in their pleasure and need for each other.The room was filled with the scent of sex, a potent mix of lust and satisfaction that lingered in the air like smoke from an extinguished flame.As the man pulled away, they basked in the afterglow of their shared experience, knowing that it would never be forgotten.