I striped off the rest of what I had on. I heard him gasping for air again and mumbling something like "oh my god". "You better leave your hands up th...re," I told him with another grin.I laid down right next to him, making sure he could see my shaved pussy as soon as I spread my legs. That's what I did right in that moment. I was far away enough from him. He could only watch me now. He did as I ordered him - he didn't do a single move. I know he was would be all over me - but he wanted me to be. ”I stopped for a moment, teasing him, “Good.”Quickly I got back into a rhythm, sucking his cock as I continued playing with his balls. I could tell Lincoln was getting close as his breathing picked up, his hips thrusting slightly and his fingers entangling in my hair.“I’m gonna cum,” I looked up at him without taking my mouth off his cock, trying to relay a look of understanding.Suddenly I felt a burst of warm liquid, followed by several more as he groaned. Once I was sure he was finished I sat. The pleasure was building up quickly, knowing what she was doing to herself, doing for me to watch and enjoy; watching her experience the pleasure she was giving herself turned me on more than any text we sent each other, more than any erotic message I had received - listening to that long moan escape her lips was almost too much for me to bare. I was about to cum. That one moan she released appeared to have made her forget all the worries she had about remaining quiet - as she removed her. I started on the washing up just hoping to get it over with without having to speak to them. About 10 minutes later I heard them both going upstairs, I dropped everything...gently. My parents were so predictable when it came to punishments, they always put confiscated items in the same place, on top of the fridge. I think they forget that the human body grows a lot around my age and that the fridge was no longer a 'great ascent' any longer. I reached up and browsed though the large collection.