Posted on 2023-10-06 23:58:35
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You've been watching her play with her necklace and you can't figure out if it's something subconscious or if she's trying to get you to stare. Either way, you've been following the way she runs her finger down the string, or how she plucks the jewel slightly, always catching a little glimmer of reflected light before your eyes sink just a little bit lower. You know she has to know her chest is going to get attention, and you don't feel too bad about letting your gaze linger. But strangely enough, as she sits and talks with the group, your eyes always seem to get pulled back to that little glimmering gem.
There's something about the red shimmer of the crystal, warm and inviting, and fascinating as you realize the light dances off the facets in a rainbow of crimson. Red like a fire, red like soft kissable lips, red like the edges of a sunset, red like blood...like passion. It's strange, you were listening in passing to her conversation, and you still hear her voice, but her friends all seem to be gone. You can only see empty seats at the edge of your vision and she's gotten so much closer to you. You watch the red light fade away as she leans down over your table. Her cleavage fills your vision and the crystal sits so deep in her cleavage it disappears. You mumble something to her, "yes" maybe? She is sitting across from you and the pretty pendant is dangling gently as she continues to play with the chain. Her voice is so soft and you feel just like that pretty crystal, full of passion, full of lust, and you feel yourself fade away as her cleavage swallows the gem again. This time, when you see the bright red sparkle again, a small little voice in your head is telling you that your cock is pushing for all its worth against your pants, and you're on the very edge of exploding. Her words are silky smooth pillows for you to rest your mind between, and you realize you've been talking to her, answering all her questions even if you can't remember what she's saying or asking at all. It doesn't matter though, in a moment you feel that last little shiver run through your body and you explode in your pants with a hushed moan. Her fingertip is on your lips as she leans forward and you fall back into her cleavage.