<strong>Emi Jameson</strong><br/><br/>I smirked. How many times had we had<em>that</em>conversation? Too many to count! And I just never learned. But, then, I don't think she expected me too.<br/><br/>I made a small squeaking sound as she began to pinch my nipple. The little shocks of pain felt so very, very good. And her arm didn't cover me up too well, meaning everyone else got to see most of my breast as well as my pussy. Excellent!<br/><br/>Her arm crushed my other nipple, and I cried out. Maybe some of the others would hear over the music, maybe not. Either way, the pain sent sparks down to my core, my arousal flaring further.<br/><br/>My skirt lifted, and I was even more exposed. "Might as well--AH" I was interrupted by the slap to my wetness. "Just, mmm, strip me, ahhh, fully."<br/><br/>I bucked my hips up into her hand, grinding against the hard pressure.