Christ, she couldn't stay quiet now, not with the barrage of words and images and Eric's hand doing things to her, rubbing and pressing and bringing her so close to the edge. It suddenly didn't seem fair, that she couldn't climb into his lap and take him in, as she should be able to, humans were made for this, weren't they? But with Eric sharply bringing down the handkerchief as a shield to his shirt, Amber was reminded to keep up the least in propriety and limited herself to a few throaty gasps.
Still. The images he conjured, they hit her hard, striking precisely at some of her favorite fantasies. The two of them coupling, her back against cool wood, the soft bangs and clicks the door would make, and the knowledge that they were just inches from public gaze. She'd have take him up on the offer, gone there to the bathroom this very moment, but even if they couldn't fuck there, fact was, here they literally were under public scrutiny. Amber liked to think she'd seen a flash of jealousy in that woman's eyes, wishing to be in her shoes. Doing what she was, with Eric. But Amber wouldn’t give her shoes away, not even in exchange for the whole world.
"Fuck, Eric," Amber gasped, shuddering with his breath against her ear. “This is amazing.” The more excited she got, the faster and tighter she gripped him, trying to match their paces. She'd meant it about the game rules, and while she wouldn't mind losing in this case, she had to stand up to the principle of the matter. And it was so tempting, to make him cave in, make him relinquish some of that pride he held on to so fiercely. She knew Eric was close too, his pupils huge and his grimace in holding back whatever sounds he couldn't help making. His erection was so hot in her hands, so inviting, and she stroked furiously, her thumb up tighter along the base of his dick. "C'mon, harder, like you mean it--"
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Still. The images he conjured, they hit her hard, striking precisely at some of her favorite fantasies. The two of them coupling, her back against cool wood, the soft bangs and clicks the door would make, and the knowledge that they were just inches from public gaze. She'd have take him up on the offer, gone there to the bathroom this very moment, but even if they couldn't fuck there, fact was, here they literally were under public scrutiny. Amber liked to think she'd seen a flash of jealousy in that woman's eyes, wishing to be in her shoes. Doing what she was, with Eric. But Amber wouldn’t give her shoes away, not even in exchange for the whole world.
"Fuck, Eric," Amber gasped, shuddering with his breath against her ear. “This is amazing.” The more excited she got, the faster and tighter she gripped him, trying to match their paces. She'd meant it about the game rules, and while she wouldn't mind losing in this case, she had to stand up to the principle of the matter. And it was so tempting, to make him cave in, make him relinquish some of that pride he held on to so fiercely. She knew Eric was close too, his pupils huge and his grimace in holding back whatever sounds he couldn't help making. His erection was so hot in her hands, so inviting, and she stroked furiously, her thumb up tighter along the base of his dick. "C'mon, harder, like you mean it--"