You twirl my hair, "How do I repay you for this?"

"You don't have to. She was spiteful, and if she'd betrayed us, that could've been you burning. And I can't lose you."

Your hand creeps up my thigh, "I know, but I love to watch you writhe under my touch."

I pleadingly moan, "Please no, someone could still be watching."

Your fingers trace my needy pussy, "No one is. I sense that everyone in town's already asleep."

"If you keep that up, you'll have me roaring hotter than the blaze we just watched."

Your hand presses harder into me, "I know."