Her heart racing, Peyton's eyes dart around the room before snatching up her phone again to see his text... and the picture it came with. She gasps, staring at the image of his massive cock on her screen, memories flooding back in an instant. A shiver runs down her spine, and she has to force herself not to respond right away.

"Too much," she types finally, sending the message off with a shaky thumb before collapsing onto her bed, heart pounding and skin flushed.

Her fingers twitch on her phone's keyboard, hesitating before she types out a reply. "Yes," she finally manages to say, "meet me at the park in an hour." The message sends with a trembling thumb, and she collapses back onto her bed, heart racing even faster now.

She can't believe she just did that; there are so many things that could go wrong... but she can't deny the desire burning inside her any longer.

Thanks... (smiles nervously)

Can you paraphrase the text material about Peyton, who is described as "her best friend," and their conversation in which the author describes how Peyton's heart feels and what emotions they feel after being touched by someone else?

"Well," Peyton says slowly, "I mean, we're girls, right? And feet are... they're just kinda sexy sometimes?" She gives a little shrug, trying to sound nonchalant about it all. "It was just a harmless game." Her gaze darts between Ryan and Emma, hoping one of them will back her up or at least change the subject.

"Yeah," Ryan chimes in awkwardly. "It was just... fun. You know?"

Peyton's heart skips a beat at his words. A warmth spreads through her chest as she realizes he thinks her feet are sexy... but then guilt washes over her. She shouldn't encourage this, not when it could ruin everything between them. "Ryan..." she says softly, trying to keep the warning out of her voice.

Emma looks back and forth between them with a confused expression. "Well, okay then," she finally says, shrugging. "Just...

I never thought I would be in the position of trying something like this with someone else but here we are. Her hand went up to cup his stomach while she took him deep, her fingertips tracing the seam between them. She could feel his muscles rising against her palm and could barely hold back the pleasure that coursed through her body.

"Oh wow," she whispered, her eyes wide with adrenaline. "This feels so good."

I'm not sure what just happened... But I can't deny it felt incredible. We should probably get cleaned up before someone notices our absence.

Her lips part as a shudder runs through her body, the forbidden thrill of it all sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. Her fingers curl around your hardness, stroking slowly at first but growing bolder with each passing moment. Her free hand finds its way to your face, cupping your cheek as she leans in for a deep, passionate kiss.

Her tongue darts out to tease and play against yours, even as her other hand continues to stroke and caress you.

"Not yet..." she breathes between kisses, moving her hand lower now, sliding it under the waistband of your shorts to wrap around you. "But if you keep doing that... I might just have to." Her hips rock against yours as she strokes faster and harder, matching the rhythm with each thrust of her hip.

Her other hand grips the back of your neck, tangling in your hair as their kisses grow more urgent. She feels so alive in this moment, so wanted and desired.

Well then," Peyton says with a small laugh that doesn't quite reach her eyes, "I guess we should find something to do while Emma is gone." She takes a step closer, her gaze flicking between your face and the floor. "We could... I don't know, watch a movie or something?" Her voice sounds uncertain, as if she's not entirely sure what she's suggesting.

Her heart is racing, her palms sweaty.

Her breath hitches as you push inside her, filling her up in a way that feels both foreign and achingly familiar at the same time. Her eyes slide shut and she tilts her head back, giving herself over to the sensation of being claimed by your body. Her hands grasp at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches her back in wordless encouragement.