Whispers After Dark
I could feel my clit throbbing in time with her slowing fingers.
Rina’s gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, like she could see how wet I was through my jeans. A slow, wicked little smile curved her mouth. She didn’t close her legs. If anything, she spread them wider, letting me see everything—her puffy outer lips, the glistening pink inside, the way her fingers glistened with her own cream.
“You like watching me fuck myself?” she asked, voice low and teasing. She gave her fingers a lazy pump, just once, and moaned softly at the sound it made. “You’re not running away, so… I think you do.”