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He leans up on his elbows so my arm fits between us. He holds my gaze as I slide my free hand down my half-bare body to the waistband of my skirt, then under and into my panties. What I find there almost doesn’t make sense for a moment. How, when I am nothing but fire, am I producing so much wetness? Because I’m soaked, all the way through my panties and probably onto my skirt. Maybe onto Dante’s nice couch, so he can never forget I was here. His eyes burn. “Well?”

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The bed felt damp beneath me from how wet I had become. He released my wrists. His hands slid down to my panties. His fingers traced the outline of my pussy through the fabric, applying light pressure that drove me crazy. I lifted my hips to help him. He peeled the panties off slowly. Cool air hit my wet folds, making me shiver. He dragged the cloth down my thighs, pausing to kiss every inch of newly exposed skin—my hips, my inner thighs. His tongue flicked out to taste my skin along the way.

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.

The air in my wet panties was so inviting it cooled down the heat that was emanating between my thighs. He reached down with his fingers, finding the almost drenched spot in my panties. His eyes widened in surprise. “You are already wet, little whore?” The name rolled off his tongue. I would typically find this word offensive but, oddly enough, it excited me more. I murmured to him. “Yes Sir” and he rubbed my pussy through my panties hard. I tried to crawl away. I was so sensitive down there. He dragged me back down to the edge of the bed. “Ah ah ah,” he stated and barked at me. “Stay!”

I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.

A hot and sexy one. Lucien gulped at the thought, he took a deep breath and tried to relax. He saw that her red panties were still on. There was a huge dark wet spot on them. Her thighs were glistening with the wetness. He touched her and he felt the feverish heat of her body. Maybe she did have a fever, only not the kind that you use a thermometer to treat it with. He concentrated. "You know, I think those panties have overstayed their welcome. It's time for you to lose them", he said to her.

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.