My friend, a picture of innocent allure, transforms into a temptress, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She runs her hands over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until they're hard peaks. She slips a hand into her panties, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She watches me, her lips parted, her breath coming in soft gasps. She wants me to watch, to see her pleasure, to hear her moan. She wants me to imagine my hands, my mouth, my cock replacing hers. She wants me to want her, to crave her, to need her. And I do. God, I do.