I was sure of it. They were staring at me. I could see it in their eyes. They were gazing down at me, looking at my body and my dick. I was getting hard. My dick was getting hard. I was getting so hard. I was getting so fucking hard. I wanted to take my dick out and show them. I wanted to take my dick out and let them see it. I wanted to take my dick out and let them touch it. I wanted to take my dick out and let them suck it. I wanted to take my dick out and fuck them. I wanted to fuck them all. And in their eyes, I could see the feeling was reciprocal. One of the girls came closer to me. She was standing so close to me that I could feel her heat from her deep cleavage. I could smell her perfume. It was a mix of vanilla and jasmine, and it was intoxicating. She put her hand on my thigh, and my dick pulsed in response. I turned to look at her, and she smiled at me. It was a knowing smile, a smile that said she knew what I was thinking. And she was thinking the same thing. I could feel it. I could feel the connection between us. She took her hand off my thigh and put it on my dick. She squeezed it, and I gasped. She started stroking it, up and down. Up and down. Up and down. I was getting so close. I was getting so fucking close. And then she took her hand away. I looked at her, and she smiled at me again. And then she took a step back. And then another step back. And then she turned around and walked away. I was so close to coming. I was so fucking close. But she walked away. I stood there for a few moments
