Those damn eyes of mine were actually wandering uncontrollably and shamelessly across the chest of the Little Green Tea. That exquisite curve and smooth skin seemed to possess some kind of magic, constantly tugging at the desire in my gaze.
I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to use the pain to summon back my reason, while my hands tightly gripped the flesh of my thighs, struggling desperately against the instincts of my body. Yet this wave of intense heat kept washing over me in tide after tide.
The Little Green Tea seemed to have found my weakness, and her movements grew even more unbridled as her little hands roamed up and down my body.
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