What did I want to be? I was about to grab Runo by the neck and end it all when Oriana cried out as Simon came inside her. I wanted to stand there and be fucked by him. Was he expecting a sexy dress or a push-up bra and a plunging blouse neckline? Even if I hated it, I would let everything happen now only to get an orgasm. Perfect. Simon said that they had no intention of touching me. Our fingers didn’t touch, and I couldn’t read anything from his gaze. The urge to close my knees grew stronger as I felt myself getting wet. Instead of looking at his cock, which was opening his wife’s certainly already hot and wet vagina, he looked at my face. I was too hot to think. I masturbated in every way I knew. Firstly because it was so hot to watch them, and secondly because I didn’t want to draw Simon’s attention to my wet jeans.
