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Moonlight


We're friends, just friends. I'm staying over and we share a bed - just sharing a room because the house is crowded.

Something wakes me up and I look over at you. Even in the dim light I can see that your eyes are closed. I assume you're asleep. But from the way you're breathing and the way the blankets are moving, after a minute I can tell you're masturbating.

That turns me on. I begin pinching my nipples through the thin cotton of the t-shirt I'm sleeping in. I slip a hand down and begin touching myself through my panties.

My eyes adjust to the moonlight and I can see you pretty clearly now. Your face is flushed. Your breathing is quick and shallow.

Our motions are pulling the blankets down. I don't pull them up as they slip lower and lower.

I look over and see your hand at your breasts - squeezing, pinching, groping.

I pull my shirt up then, exposing my breasts in the moonlight. My motion must have alerted you that I have awakened, because you open your eyes and look over at me.

I don't stop. I look at your hands on your breasts, your pretty face. I see the way you're biting your lower lip.

I pinch my nipples. I see your eyes are drawn to my body.

I kick my legs then, pushing the blankets and sheets down, down, off of both of us, exposing us.

I slip my panties down around the curve of my ass, then off. I raise my knees and let my thighs fall wide. I look over at your body in the moonlight. I see you're slipping your pajamas off too.

I reach down and begin rubbing my pussy as I look into your eyes. I look at your body. You turn me on so much.

You look at me. You know I am touching myself only because of how sexy you are, how you are turning me on. You can see what you do to me. And that turns you on more.

I have one hand free. I reach over and take your free hand, grip it tightly.

I want to hold your hand as the sight of you in the moonlight makes me cum.
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