Shauna Shipman || Janitors Closet (P2)

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Breaking the intensity of the moment, I whisper, "Is this okay?" She responds, her voice slightly trembling, "Yeah," giving me consent to continue.

Our lips meet once more and as our bodies press closer, I feel her fingers trace the buttons of my shirt, her touch sending shivers down my spine and leaving my breath ragged.

With a subtle, teasing smile, I break the kiss, pulling back slightly to remove my shirt. As the fabric slips off my shoulders, her gaze locks onto mine.

Her fingers find their way back to my chest, tracing patterns across my skin, as I gently assist her in removing her own shirt.

As the moment intensifies, my heart races, and I feel a mixture of excitement and hesitation as I gaze into her eyes.

As I lean in for another kiss, I flip her onto her back. The anticipation builds as our breaths become heavy, I take a moment to glance at her navy bra, the color contrasting beautifully with her skin.

I begin to explore her body, my hand gliding down her curves. I pause at the rim of her jeans, and with a gentle tug, I whisper, "Lift your hips." As our lips remain locked, she complies, raising her hips ever so slightly. In a swift motion, I remove her jeans.

Our eyes meet, exchanging unspoken desires, as she wraps her arms around my neck. My fingers trace teasingly along the waistband of her underwear, creating a tantalizing anticipation. I take a moment to lock my gaze with hers, seeking permission, and she nods in response.

Finally, I carefully slide my hand into her underwear, feeling the heat emanating from her skin. The soft, intimate touch starts with gentle caresses, tracing patterns around her clit, eliciting soft moans and shivers of pleasure from Shauna.

With a subtle shift of my fingers, I glance up at her with a playful twinkle in my eyes, savoring the anticipation that fills the air. I delicately tease her entrance, my fingertip brushing against her, eliciting a gasp from her parted lips. "Please," she whimpers, her breath catching in the moment.

I heed her plea and proceed slowly, gently easing a single finger inside her. I feel her muscles instinctively tense around me as a soft moan escapes her. I hold still, giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling.

Our eyes lock again, a mix of desire passing between us. I sense her body's response as she starts to grind against my hand, taking her cues, I begin a deliberate and rhythmic thrusting motion.

As the pleasure envelops us, she releases a soft moan that tickles the air around us. I kiss her again, muffling the sound of her moans. As our lips part, she mumbles something into my mouth, prompting me to pull back slightly, my curiosity peaked. "What did you say?" I whisper, my voice laced with anticipation.

"Faster," she gasps, her desire evident. I obey her request, my heart pounding with excitement as I move my finger into her with newfound speed and intensity.

Feeling her muscles clench around my finger, I glance up at Shauna, capturing the sight of her eyes tightly shut.

Her legs begin to tremble slightly, and she clutches at my back, seeking a grounding force amid the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. I maintain the same pace, and she throws her head into the crook of my neck, her soft breaths grazing my skin.

"I-I'm gonn-a," she stammers, on the verge of unraveling completely.

"Go ahead," I cut her off, granting her the freedom to lose herself in the euphoria of the moment. And with that, she comes undone, waves of pleasure washing over her and my fingers.

I let her ride out her high but after a few blissful seconds, I carefully withdraw my finger.

As she tries to steady her breathing, I gaze at her. I notice her chest rising and falling rapidly, her flushed face radiating a rosy glow, and her ears tinged with a delightful shade of red.

I lean down to kiss her again. "That was amazing" She whispers. I pull back slightly and lock eyes with her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

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