TJ’s heart pounded in his chest and eardrums despite the cool confidence he was projecting. He was focusing on the movements of his fingers sliding back and forth through Monica’s sweltering, wet mound. When she started kissing him and rubbing the bulge in his jeans, TJ worried that he may cum in his pants for the first time in a long while. He barely processed what Monica said as she tugged his hand from under her skirt...