"Really, I'm fine," Julie insisted, though her voice still wavered slightly. Julie quickly crossed her legs, trying to hide the growing wet spot on her jeans. [Please don't notice... please don't see...] Her mental voice was a desperate prayer as she felt another droplet of cum leak from her pussy, this one soaking into the fabric of her jeans.
[I can't believe we almost got caught... but it was so exciting... so wrong...] Her eyes met mine briefly, and I could see the lingering desire in them, the memory of our encounter still fresh.
Hannah walked towards her mother, and I quickly adjusted my stance to make it look like I was helping Julie. The cum continued to drip from her pussy, each droplet adding to her jeans.
The scent was intoxicating - a heady mix of our combined arousal and the musky tang of my cum. Julie's body trembled as she felt the cum dripping from her pussy, her mind racing with the implications. [Oh gods... she's going to see... she's going to know...]
