Jasmin’s sharp green eyes softened as Ethan’s trembling hand rested on her stomach. His touch was clammy, desperate. She felt a pang of guilt—Jon would kill her if he knew she was in black lace panties and a bra for this nerdy stranger. Ethan’s glasses fogged up, his breath hitching. “J-just one more, Jasmin? Maybe… my hand higher? For the art?” he stammered, his voice cracking.

She sighed, her resolve fraying. “Fine. But only because you look like a kicked puppy.” Grabbing his wrist, she guided his cold fingers up to cup her small, perky tit through the lace. Ethan gasped, his dick straining against his cheap jeans. Jasmin felt nothing but pity, her shaved pussy dry, but she held the pose, her nipples hardening under the fabric from the chill, not desire.

The session stretched, Ethan’s confidence inching up like a slow burn. He showed her blurry phone pics of girls posing with cocks, whispering, “It’s so… artistic. Could we… try something like that? Just for a shot?” Jasmin’s cheeks flushed with shame. Jon’s face flashed in her mind, but she nodded, her voice tight. “Keep it tame. And no releasing these.”

She knelt before him, her heart pounding as she unzipped his pants. His dick sprang out—small, pale, and throbbing with virgin urgency. “Just hold it near my face,” she instructed, but Ethan’s hips buckled, his tip brushing her lips. A jolt shot through him. “S-sorry! I didn’