Gently, slowly, circling my right nipple. Feeling it grow hard, letting the sensations flow through me.
Watching your fingers unzip your pants, then slowly caress your manhood.
The burning sensation of my nipple being pulled and twisted creates a dampness in my panties that has long been forgotten.
The countdown begins.

“Ten… Nine…”
The muffled voices of the crowd yell.
"Eight... Seven..."
Your manhood grows as you pump harder, faster.
“Six… Five…”
Eyes fixed on the other
“Four… Three…”
My fingers twisting, pulling.
“Two… One…”
Panties soaked.

“Happy New Year.” My cum-soaked, new Lover says, at the strike of Midnight.