Imagine, if you will, Roxy on your lap tuning her guitar. Imagine you massaging her thighs while she tries to pretend you aren’t arousing her, with her hands fidgeting as you tease continually tease her. Imagine kissing the back of her neck and trailing to her shoulder as her breaths become more heavy, your hands on her spats as you rub her crotch with your finger, which lines up perfectly between her cameltoe. Imagine making her squirm in your lap while you nibble on her ear, making her that much more aroused as she whispers your name, her guitar now forgotten as she holds onto your wrist and tries to buck her hips against your hand. Imagine her quickening breaths as you continue to play with her crotch, your other hand softly groping her small chest while your hand moves to tease her slit. Imagine her moving into your chest while she pushes her hips into your hand, her lips tightly closed as she tries to prevent herself from making a noise while she forcibly pulls your hand into her, wanting you to do much more for her but too prideful to ask it. Imagine getting Roxy off while you hum one of her songs, making her squeeze her thighs together as she reaches a climax after several minutes of constant teasing and edging, making her shudder and lightly gasp, the wetness of her climax felt even outside of her spats.
