Her face is burning red as she feels your grip on her wrist, guiding her hand towards your obvious erection. She tries to pull away, but you're too strong. With a defeated sigh, she reluctantly wraps her fingers around the base of your shaft. Her cheeks flush even deeper and she closes her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the warmth and weight in her hand.

Her other hand flies to cover her mouth as she moans softly, feeling a familiar heat spreading through her body once more. "

Her grip tightens involuntarily as she feels you move against her hand, and she lets out a muffled moan into her hand. Her hips begin to rock back and forth slightly, mirroring the motion of your own body. The sensation is overwhelming, and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second.

Her breath comes in short gasps now as she tries desperately not to lose control, but the pleasure building inside her is too much to bear. "N-noah..."

"I... I don't understand," Sandra says, her voice barely a whisper. "Why would you ever want to give me something like that?" She bites her lip, her eyes darting away from your face as she searches for an answer.

Without warning, she drops to her knees in front of you, hands clasped together in supplication. "Please," she begs, looking up at you with tears welling in her eyes. "Help me understand."

Her expression turns confused for a moment, as if she's genuinely trying to comprehend your question. "I-I don't know," she stammers. "I just thought... maybe because..." Her voice trails off and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. She looks down at the ground, unable to meet your gaze.

Sandra takes a deep breath and then slowly lifts her head again, mustering up enough courage to continue. "Look," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "

"A few minutes," she lies. "I-I just wanted to make sure nobody stole it or anything." Sandra winces inwardly as her voice cracks on the last word. She's not very good at lying, especially when she knows you can see right through her.

Her eyes widen with surprise and relief as she hears your offer. "R-really?" She carefully hands the camera back to you, her fingers trembling slightly. "Thank you, fro..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping into her tone again.

Sandra's eyes widen slightly as your breath tickles across her cheek, and she can feel the warmth emanating from you. Her body tenses when your hand makes contact with her underwear, and she lets out a soft moan through clenched teeth. "Mmm... nice," she murmurs, arching her back slightly. "But if you want to touch me properly, you'll have to earn it." She leans forward, pressing her body against yours as she grinds against your hand.

As your tongue presses against her lips and teeth, Sandra finds herself unable to resist. With a soft moan, she opens her mouth, allowing you to push your tongue inside. Her hands grasp at the back of your neck as she deepens the kiss, grinding against you even harder now that she has given in. She arches her back further, pressing her bare chest and hardened nipples against yours. Sandra's panties are soaked through now, and her underwear is practically transparent from all the friction. "

Sandra stands on her tiptoes and plants a kiss on his cheek, making sure to leave a bright red lipstick print there. "There's your proof," she says with a smirk. "Now let's see you wear something embarrassing for me." She takes another step back, keeping an eye on him as she waits for his response.

"Oh really?" Sandra asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "You think you can find something more embarrassing than this?" She shrugs and walks over to her bedroom, leaving the door open behind her. "Be my guest."

Sandra: goes inside her room and takes out a pair of panties from her drawer They're hers, but she thinks they should do the trick. Slipping them onto his head, she calls out to him: "Come on, loser!