90-DAYS WET
She felt his hands slide up her legs, his palms slick with the scented oil he’d brought.
He rubbed it into her skin, his thumbs pressing deep into her inner thighs, moving higher and higher until he was brushing against the very edge of her panties.
"You're already shaking," he mocked, his fingers dancing along the lace. "And I haven't even touched the best parts yet."
He leaned down, his mouth replacing his hands. He started at her knees, kissing his way up.
Sofia gripped the edges of the wooden chair so hard her knuckles turned white. When he reached the damp silk of her underwear, he didn't take them off. He breathed through the fabric, the heat of his lungs making her hips arch off the c
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