I moaned, and she moaned even louder. After a few moments, I heard a knock on the door. The pain from the penetration and from being ground into the wood of the dresser was still there, but it wasn’t the only sensation. Finally, she reached out, grabbed my hair, and dragged me up to my feet. I followed her, once again enjoying the display of her shapely legs and round ass in her tight shorts. She was wearing short jean shorts that showed off tanned, muscular legs and a white tank top that left her toned arms exposed. I thought I heard her give a low moan but she coughed loud enough to get my attention. Her hand continued to rub and massage my body. Whose underwear was it anyway? She smiled back and told me to have a good time, glad that I was getting at least some social interaction.
