I was barely listening to them. Jasmine's foot was doing things that should have been illegal. She had me trapped between her arches, twisting her foot slightly so the skin rubbed against the sensitive underside of my shaft. Every time a bomb went off in the movie, she'd give me a sharp, sudden squeeze that made my vision blur.
I reached down, my hand wrapping around her foot, helping her guide the movement. I tightened her foot on my dick, pulling her closer until her heel was jammed against my pelvic bone. The friction was becoming intense, a white-hot buildup that I knew I couldn't hold back for much longer.
"You're almost there, aren't you?" Jasmine whispered, her voice dropping into a dirty, private register that the other girls weren't supposed to hear.
"Yeah," I choked out, my jaw clenched. "Don't stop. Just like that."
